Stop Frontin

When you swing it, make sure you mean it
Swift knee kick to the penis, that can happen real quick genius
Satisfaction through an action, old fashioned
close caption ain’t looking at it, that’s when it trap you
The Art of War’s the war of art
Two emcees going in, going off, look how the vocals come off
Perfect, the beat synchronize to the verses
Perfect, you are learning to worship the serpent
At first to servants what we spit seem worthless
But if you give it urgent, you will witness purpose
This style of language we challenged, exiled and banish
They gave it to Keith Murray and Canibus
I write 'til the ink pen ends
Yet again, leather hands being held together by rubber bands
The metaphor approaches, agoraphobic poets protest
Crush, kill, destroy, stress
Parabolic electronics
Listen to far off objects that are more interesting to talk with
I stock market crash it then park it
Tax order in my rap office, pays cash on the province
Soon now very soon, we are going to see the king
Take off your watch and your rings
Let me see the floor touch your chin
You will never touch another microphone again