Off My Chest

It’s apocalypse when the mic comes to my lips
I recite lyrics that hits you hard on the ribs
A stealth killer like the world has never seen
We put the X on the A, The X’ssasins
The presence we have is enough to shake you faggots
Don’t try to top our lyrics you know you’re not our standard
We feast upon the weak just like a hungry beast
We bomb on you fake ass just like a rhyme terrorist
With your style like that I don’t think you know what rap is
Take my advice I suggest that you should drop this
Your rhymes are empty, you can never break me
With you lack of skills you’re just another wack MC
Psykes, the tight virgin against you loose whore
When we fuck you guys up, you’ll be begging for me
It’s Psykes and XS, a deadly combination
It’s annihilation if you try to test our patience
When I come through
MCs make way for me
It’s like we possess magnetic force
With the same polarity
Not here to just blaze ya’ll and causing cats to fumble
In fact to clear misconception
Before it leads to trouble
First of all beef is not what we tryna find
We’re not those typical rappers who’ll stab you from behind
We’re just amateurs, compelling through music
Tryna create superior lyrics acknowledge it as an epic
I’m just an instrumentalist expressing how he feels
Am not inaudible when he goes through an ordeal
So stop the jealousy shit giving me those piercing stares
We’re better times infinity in case you’re not aware
You know what dawg? Don’t put my patience to the test
Never look at me that way cause I never owe you cash
You ain’t no arsonist you can’t burn me like fire
I’ll extinguish you with cool and calmness
So try harder
Off my chest man, get the fuck out my way
And just hush, I know you got something to say
See I Coldplay for power, they call me Sylar
I’m a Smooth Criminal, I own Velvet Revolvers
The Pendulum Swings as the Soundgarden blooms
I’m like Dead Celeb with this music that I consume
These words an Offspring of My Chemical Romance
I end up Counting Crows every time I take the chance man
I Rage Against the Machine just like the Fall Out Boys
I’m the Oasis in your dreams when your soldiers can’t deploy
I’m a Radiohead, you just straight up fiasco
I run with X, ayo we Army of the Pharaohs
Your rhyme scheme Evanescence in the morning mist
I’m a Prodigy, when I shoot I don’t miss
On the Flipsyde I slayed the Killers
And 3 Doors Down, lyrically barraged them pillars, what what