Folklore - Mr. Lif, Vinnie Paz, Dumbtron

I bungee jump your interface, Inner Space

Martin Short, frame contort

Many thoughts trickle down the spine

I’m everywhere at one time

Omnipresent, hardly pleasant, your investment up for auction at the fertile

crescent

Isn’t that a bitch?!

Told you that I’m nice with Boskonovitch

Wanna switch?

Flip the switch, watch your body twitch

Oh so cold and gruesome with hands like Newsome, choose some

Opposition, leave your neck piece loose and oozing blood

Hop up out the ground like C.H.U.D

Mini beast, eat a couple humans, operation mini feast

Many pieces linger, necks and finger, if ya

Still breathing I return to injure with the

Power of Thor, I summon the raw

Come in the door with a big saw, then seep through the floor

I permeate surface, the earth is just one level

Keep the rhymes outside of the box to raise rebels

Yes.

Another dose of the uncut raw to you jaw.

To the mic… Dumbtron

Abrasive levels appraise devil music with a monocle

Phenomenal rhinoceros in a box with much smaller animals my hoofs on your

mandible

With ox cutter audio to shave loose tooth enamel

So crack me a grin as fake as you can

The brrap greet ya like the grim reaper shakin' your hand fam

Indeed it is a rap feature Dumbtron is ear porn

Creature from the black murk lurkin when you grand stand

And take an elephant shit on you and your mans plans

Y’all some parrots and fake as the pair on Pam An

Rather unique, one day out of the week, at a crowded boutique

Smack a wack rapper out of his teeth music concrete

Alarming heat at the heels of a punk politician

Trump tall tales with a bump full of bomb fission

Throw arms start swingin', alarming from a long distance

The song suggests somethin' is infinitely wrong with him

Next I’d like to bring to the mic.

Representing Jedi Mind Tricks.

My man Vinnie Paz.

Murder

The sentinel smash

Without even a dent in your glass

I was gas

I was the Dali Lama tenuous past

I was ash

I was the soil that transcended to grass

I’m Richie Valens last thought when he went through the crash

I was calm

I was created in a heavenly storm

I was Viet Cong

I fought against the enemy bomb

I was strong

I was the bullet grazing Kennedy’s arm

I’m Islam

Allahu Akbar, stand to Imam

I was pain

I was the innocent that set to be slain

I was change

I didn’t overstand why Malcolm was maimed

I was framed

I was Mumia when they locked him in chains

I helped Assata out of Clinton

Then they got in the plane

I was breath

Was an organism turned into flesh

I was death

I was the fire burning David Koresh

I was fresh

I told Rick and Russell how to be Def

I was best

Before you mothafuckas took what was left