[Verse 1] Blow dust off the wax, put the gem to the groove I blow dust off the axe, spit the phlegm at your crew Hard beats, hard rhymes, go ahead with the soft Large feet to your behind, knock your melanin off Elbows For Everyone not heeding the Pen Etiquette Second transgression, Enkidu is at your residence Third transgression, I'll send ya a small collection From 14 years of being better than veterans I can understand ya displeasure, cause I'm the reason I let you live, but not without proof that you're defeated Rest in peace to Salikh, we never made a song But I promise to keep it true and through your seed you live on, one [Hook] Gold standard, panorama flow Gold caskets for paladins though Goldmine rhymes going for golden medals In the gold league, we outrank all that's unholy Golden silence from the crowd, then they going loud Golden moments that's proud, we throw it down Like Showtime in blue and gold, who do you know From Berlin City, so true to the soul of HipHop [Verse 2] I put the game on notice Fuck an uncrowned king, try an unknown poet unquoted A bad omen for those who flow bogus They say they rock the stage but their presence was eroded By the venom in my veins I spew in a microphone Dis-charged through the speakers as their motherfucking domes Split from the impact, it's revaled who was the culprit Concrete Cee leaves Goldmikes corroded Irreverent creature, the weaker they loathe it I put their, neck in a sleeper, their feet in a Lotus I will sacrifice queens just to set up the king And I don't bow to the East, but I'm back on my din Recognize... [Hook] Gold standard, panorama flow Gold caskets for paladins though Goldmine rhymes going for golden medals In the gold league, we outrank all that's unholy

[Verse 1] This that raw shit, punch your jaw shit - Castigate your bosses During recording, then storm to Terry Tate your office Elbows for every single form of life that wasn't aborted Wrecking ball to your porcellain fortress, bitch Smarten up, Natalie Portman your bars You gotta Rapgenius all my shit, Conca Con legit-imately Lyrically gifted to lividly rip rhythms to shreds Spitting imagery, dispensing the PEZ I'm a Capricorn, our chemistry is based on synastry That is why you ain't equipped to speak to a real MC You're a minstrel in a ministry, adding insult to injury HipHop'll get you impeached, for perjury and mimikry Brute Force attacks are effected if Gil with me COPACABANA, no Brazilian beach, it's cryptography Philosophize with the hammer, that's interrogation You tell me what I'd love to know as I'm aimin' [Hook] ...who're you dissin'? Put the key in the ignition, pump the pistons And go far from here, I'm bout to bring the fission To your carbon-14s, dude you should've listened It's a war of attrition, no escape for Plissken Failed mission, hidden in plain vision On Bermuda greens, stay at a distance and just witness Assertion of self like superimposition [Verse 2 Brother Gil] Genji gloves on, Masamune blade on the neck of a Talentless bard that makes sweet love songs Incision made, counter-clock wise turn of the body Inquisitors left wonderin' where the blood's gone You count sheep and pull wool over your own eyes Thinking it prepares you for the moment when your soul rise I scry from the sanguine of the fallen orators That I caused their widows to walk as penguins The fat lady singing, I pray she hits a note Heralds hear my poetry, I pray I'll hear'em quote Drawing another edge from the sheath, spin move Upward swing, see death coming from beneath Leave a dust cloud behind from my seven-league boots Can go where I please so I never need roots Victory or escape, I never seek truce With a snake, underestimating me was a mistake [Hook 2x Concrete Cee / BROTHER GIL] ...who're you dissin'? Put the key in the ignition, pump the pistons AND GO FAR FROM HERE! I'm bout to bring the fission to your carbon-14s... FOOL, YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED! It's a war of attrition, no escape for Plissken FAILED MISSION Hidden in plain vision on Bermuda greens Stay at a distance and just witness ASSERTION OF SELF Like superimposition REPETITION...

[Hook] I got voices in my head that want to argue with me Appear calm and collected while coming apart at the seams And I smile for no reason cause that's how I want it to be So why the fuck you keep asking what's wrong with me? I got demons for dinner coming over, quarter to three They're fucking early, I ain't certain the apartment is clean But whatever, I brewed some coffee, you can all have a seat Just as long as you never question what is wrong with me! [Verse 1] It's very clear that I got issues, that's my passionate edge In masculine threads the Daedric Prince of the realm of madness is back To rap 'till he's fed, feastin' on a demon Eating Mannish Water, cooked with a Baphomet head The hors d'oeuvres are century eggs, the side dish is kimchi My food for thought didn't meet the palate of many Dessert for thought then, is hurled across the table but it doesn't offend me As easy as I made it for you to resent me I read that you called me evil, yeah, I've seen, heard and rapped it But lower your head and you will see my knee jerk reaction Seriously though, mind your motherfucking manners May my outstretched arm mangle your face like Scanners, punk Gokkun your pride like it's a can of cum, or be a Mexican and stand if you want, with your nose doing the gerund of run The fairest of ones, I could grant you is a talking mirror Foreshading my future as your pallbearer, think about it... [Hook] [Verse 2] In a padded cell with incubuses plagued by rape fantasies Demented is an understatement, what if they were fans of me? Explain your concept of sanity, I can divide By zero and come up with answers more coherent than your tries Your rap lives are lies, you're magpies and I've The market for stuffed animals monopolized A word from the wise on how to win a woman's heart Show her a man with money then show her you got more What the fuck that had to do with things? Nothing It just goes to show you if I told you that I care I was bluffing Straight Tom Dwan'ing the game, the person on the mic Is a troll, those cue cards you hold, you better fold!

[Verse 1] Quirky guy in a plain shirt, adapting to the framework The dreaded routine, every day the same work Commitment to my mission is demanding hard labor Desire is AI playing the game hurt So are we talking about practice? We tryna score Love is war, so we take'em to the mattresses Life's a movie and I'm method acting So engrossed in my role, to be off screen is taxing So you will understand why to me, recording IS relaxing If not, it's unimportant, just pretend and nod As any unhealthy bonds, I just ALT & F4 them Press mute on any fool who is ALL CAPS talking Five fingers on the hand, sign language to your noggin Idiocracy, you need to use pictograms often Sign my name in gold letters on an Instagram portrait Caption reads: I'm a motherfucking boss with this, what! [Verse 2] Some prefer word mincing, sentences run, thru alembics Others spin yarns as long as you listen Web weaving, a tad deceiving, awakened wrath evens The playing field, now it's my turn to wreak havoc Were on the same frequency, now we heed static Antennae broke, but won't summon a mechanic Panic, button mashing, like playing Tekken 5 Cast out of your heart, can't be let back inside Prejudiced pride, went from destined to be together Since a child, to celestially crossed In a matter of seconds to God, years to us That's, holy shit even a Catholic can't afford Occupy Padded Wall Street, that's a flash mob Insane money, we're comin' your way fast Bet your ass on it, along with the tents And the picket signs, straddling the fence, high voltage [Verse 3] Beneath a microscope, if you analyze close You'll see my mind is a colorful fauna One thought on its own, is a peacock spider, during mating dance Its beauty is impervious to your jaded glance The hospital I was born in, today Is left desecrated land, that's the way it panned out Unsheathed my blade cause you couldn't stay your hands If life is what happens as you making your plans I guess death will intervene if you're taking the stand See the red stakes in the sand? Penalty awaits Whoever grabs the mic, to incite animosity Towards me, generate club head velocity Yeah, it's true I got a chip on my shoulder Iron in the bag or the iron in the holster Same rules apply if you're trying to approach the green You need to practice your aim by all means

[Verse 1] Rappers say they're Rick Rossin' it, rented Maybachs For the videos, real heads know they're Keith Clossin' it You ain't ballin', your jaw is made of porcellain China, in other words, your words are not yours And my game is smash mouth, extinguish your Lewi's, ya liar Didn't you catch my last stage show, doggie that was fire For real, I brought the house down like an inside job So many stories, the Petronas Towers stood before me Hardly, that reference split the apple on your heads Or that glass of Scotch, now shorty dead I win, Javier Bardem, villain mode engaged Anton Chigurh, hold still while I bolt ya face Pokerface, if Phil Ivey asks you your name Don't fix your lips and answer that question, he know who he plays As for me, I couldn't give a fuck less who you are On or off beat, you know I rap better than y'all [Verse 2] Canine trapmines, wack rhymes, bedtime Snoozefest, you rest, in peace, big leaf Victory signs with the fingers, hippie Hipsters, pseudo-neo-multicultural Spoiled middle class kids cursed by the hated Book of Jobs Black Eyed Peas in a Pod, cast spells iGod on his shirt, word, nerds rap well It's the demise of record sales, welcome to my city! The only dude I let rep Berlin is Peter Fox The rest of y'all can see the Glock, that Uffie popped Electro rap bitches get my sole to their hole They said Streetball is dead, little bitches getting bold and it's sad I grew up around older heads, elbows thrown instead Of whining about hardboiled defense Weaklings be switching up faster than after a screen-n-roll One minute you front and the next you deepthroat! [Verse 3] Elbow mentality, mortal kombat on the mic Reduce big wigs to kids, babality Cattleprod chickens, cause clitoris calamities H5N1 the bird in, like Miami Who the fuck wanna battle me? People got too much Time on their hands, like three watches New rapper name, since we already got 2 Chainz 4 Bracelets, 5 Anklets, 6 Earrings 1 50 Cent song, remember "How To Rob"? Told a groupie be silent and remember how to bob Today I didn't feel like putting message in a song Elbows for everyone, especially the ones That's out there giving free hugs, I'm giving out Coffee cups without bottoms and call them shits mean mugs April the fifth, I'm still shaqtin' a fool Don't care if you think I'm unfunny, I'm laughing at YOU! You figure half the shit I rap about is actually true Like how I never talk to classmates after the school... Bitch please...

[Verse 1] Every dog has his day they say, and a house attached And a bitch of a spouse to match Meet Barbas, companion to Clavicus Vile He'll tell why you couldn't succeed without the mask There's no doubting the fact, how's that you ask? Promote a image of yourself and get doused in cash The real self stays hidden, enshrouded in mystery Cause now you're living in a Baskerville chateau Artificial art as opposed to the so-called natural And you are not that, nor have you Illusory protection gets shattered Word to the liquid sword wielding chess master Life's not preoccupied with the hereafter, men are Therefore reflections are found, in our memoirs Rolled to a bundle, delivered to the virtual doorsteps By Lycos labradors via RSS [Verse 2] A whistle silent to a human ear, beckons the setter As the rifle gets shouldered when hunters are shooting deer This is how you know that you're prepared By Pavlovian conditioning, to do as your partner expects ya Let me continue this lecture, most people find pleasure In manipulation, to which a dog is more receptive Than a cat is, you wonder whose ego is petted? The caregiver's or the caretaker's? When bare naked A talk turns to a situation, where there's no escaping Primal instinct to run is negated Primal instinct to procreate is left baseless Cause it's about continuation or separation Puppy eyes cry a basin, cause someone kicked it Bark up the wrong pitbull and be a victim Money Is A Major Issue, be a good retriever Or feel the hyenas' teeth gleefully sink in [Verse 3] Rabid howl choir, voice of the Cerberus Your signature affirmative, the curtains lifted Applause was heard from distance, purgatory visions This was then, well now, things are quite different The contract's expired, the hellhounds are sent in Better draw a line of salt at all points of entrance... Well, it's obvious you didn't Entrails are found from the toilet to the kitchen The voice of reason spoke back then, you wouldn't listen Cause every ambition has a price of admission