Benefit - Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics
f/ Blitz, Lawson and Rek[Benefit]My microphone has grown out of my wristboneI've lost control of my vocal tone, spitting this shit chromedI'm possesed by hip-hop delivering spiritI fear it because my hand is constantly scribbling lyricsI can't eat, or even sleep in my bedTormented because a beat will always creep in my headI can't listen to a drum loop without timing itCan't hold a conversation without rhyming itI walk down the street and my brain's known to rattleBecause I'm thirsty as hell for a mother *****ing battleI have no TV, already broke it in threeBecause I turn it on to see another whack emceeI have lyrics in my head, they always stop and then goI constantly daydream about rocking a showWrite my rhymes all my life as it begins and endsBroke as ***** cause I'm always out purchasing pens[Blitz]I'm the analyst, obsebalist of existanceThe last dime in the dollar, completing the sentenceThe ninety other pennies tossed through the wormholeWorthless as the ***** dancing ***** on the poleI've seen twenty different worlds, at least eight dimensionsI'm better than an ameteur, repends the state of pensionsWho's the next worthless soul ready to stand upThinking they got the Holy Grail but they're sipping the false cupLately I've been spotting, on the words of the rottonWith my looking glass, and hands to the upper classGroups of blinded ones gather at a steepleI label it an eating place for meaningless peopleCoalitions to hard rocks living without purposeI sarcastically attack with the womens word circusA surface of slippery ice, a dangerous crackIn the path of the ones who walk with their minds slacked[Lawson]Verge in the microphone, you begin to panicBecause I'll make the crowd seem the like the Atlantic but your style isfranticIt's so whack the store banned itHad people covering their ears saying I can't stand itMy style is so fly you can't land it, I bring the supply because peopledemand itMy rhymes stand alone like they were a banditThree hundred and sixty degees my CD's outstandedIt's so smooth it feels like it was sandedFigures of speech make me smile like you were uncandidI'll pass you like you're a hand-itWhen I come with rhymes that punch like a fistTaking your microphone so fast cracking the bones in your wristSeperating you from me like mistEliminate the competition, by spitting from every dimension mentionedBenching emcees for flenching as I build up tensionClenching the number one spotLeaving your body to corrode and rot, corrode and rot[Rek]Pass me the mic, I'll ignite like the birth of a constellationSpit rhymes without hesitation, poetic devestationHip-hop's my love and recreationCausing me to rise like elevation, syllables slice causing decappitationI hold the mic tight enough for strangulationGetting technical like a capotilist album rhythm is my precisionRhyme angle like pereputal visionCode like red, I drop lines like a clumbsy cokeheadJudge like Dredd, countdown till the twelve hour has begunI'm the one, the chosen son, I'm an odyssey like space, 2001A new day has begun and the weight on my shoulder outweighs a tonneAnd when I rap rhyme, something always wicked this way comes
