Appearing Live - The Dynospectrum

Introducing, Gene Poole, Sept Seven, Pat Juba, & General Woundwart

Here on stage tonight, in the spotlight

For your fuckin' crew and your bitch too

So rock this shit

Just cause you put weed on a stick does that mean it’s tight

When you stand on the edge of the stage does that make you fly?

Stars in the sky are only reflection’s awesome source

And I am an MC from the Hip Hop protection force

Independently endorsed the cause

When I’m through busting these verses your hole will be my personal hostess

First and foremost, I could give a fuck where your coast is

I’m different than niggas in my district under hypnosis

What my crew composes is not made for poseurs

It’s too dangerous for those who’s cornier than they toes is

I rub noses in styles that get nastier

Than four piles of shit on your bathroom floor with blood on the door

I got more than fat tunes I read plots for the afternoon

Which lasts through the evening or until your ass is leavin'

Gosh believe eyes they don’t deceive you

When you see me on stage MC’in' you in the moshpit bleedin'

I spend half o' my time readin' rhymes feedin' my mind

The other half is spent writin' so I’m constantly recitin'

Like blind twisted and sprite, I fix your lemon of a melon

Be cool, I don’t want to become a three times seven

Appearing live on the set, right in front of you

Secure your mind, Dynospec, that’s how we come to you

Effects box tweaks when it hits the tones get next

Physical matter of speak, officially known as Sept

Stomp through the land of the bleak where my opponents rest

All seven days they come weak kickin' that bogus text

No longer content, we’re just be headin' to monsters

Now I’m intent on lettin' 'em see where their flaws are

Acknowledge the scent, taste what fate has to offer

Make 'em repent, and then damage their posture

Policin' ain’t easy, but it needs to be done

The policy is simply to submit or be shunned

Follow me to the surface, the Spec fills the lungs

Colony is established, your descent has begun

Now piece this together and label this the error

Sep Sev Seven Two, that’s MC code for terror

Mariniatin' never celebratin' the weather

Breakin' measures as they come cause the drums in my head thump forever

The fraudulent fall to dismemberment in September

Clever sentiments, camoflauge, hidden agenda

Uncloud the vision and unclog the hearing

The poster says it perfect, Dynospectrum now appearing

I take focus on the energy and the action of your soul

Danger zone, far beyond control, polar cap, cold solar facts fall

Deep into my zone for soul savior, knowledge is flavor

The ex-slave reach a delivery, infinite memory

Released styles I possess fresh from birth beyond puberty, forced liberty

Got me in the center thinkin' raw flamboyant

Extravagant bombs be detonatin' while destroyin'

Hit you in the side of your mind, sight for blind

Thinkin' in my mind 'till it’s time to get mine

Generatin' loot, damagin' bank with street flank

Conquerin' Europe like cannibal elephant tanks I think

I think, like Tutankhamen, well I’ll be sunnin'

At pitch black dark, my queen’s asleep, I’ll still be rhyming

Radical atoms is what I split, it do because I’m equipped

Beyond the state of rip your gullet’s split

Direct impact, like pedestrian collision literal

Rugged like ACG, not immaterial, in the stereo

West coast with west imperial, check yourself

You don’t hear me though, niggas fear me though

If you wanna save your life hit the emergency exits

Cause the General’s got the front doors covered and intercepted

Windows are blocked off, the cock’s off, suck 'em suckas

You can mind to do under, but can never be the instructor

Control musical motion like Beethoven

I leave your whole metropolitan in the need for remodelin'

I’m sly like a moccasin, abolishin' any MC

Japanese to Somalian if you rivalin'

The land where my cottages and villages can be seen

The sun beams off my rim de-clench me

You try your hardest to convince me that you’re worthy of an MC

But all you seem to do when you rhyme is just offend me

The flimsy spines, let them be held in confinement

Them sucks couldn’t bust if they stuck a needle to hymen

They rhymin' calculator, ready to fell fakers

And the respiratory system, his shit’s a story, don’t listen

Just an organ with skins, twenty men with dividends

The only difference that it is, that he does it with synonyms

It’s just the livin' in this world that we gotta do our time on

So you can get your crime on, but I’m gon' keep the mind strong

Thank you thank you thank you, get the fuck out!

get the fuck out!

That’s right, niggas is tight, I should’ve known, that’s exactly it