Channeled Anger by Isor One Lyrics
[Verse]
Well I’m bound to break it down when I get on the right topic
It’s sicker than maggots crawling out a skeleton’s eye socket
I might rock it to the early dawn and transform into a fucking madman unstoppable
I won’t be held responsible if you’re listening to this track and then bash someone in the face with a fucking bat
My lyrics are the type to get you hype, make you wanna fight
Steadily bringing it, swinging with all of your might
Better off dead, now I reckon I beckon to bless it
The best are impressing, the rest are headed for the exit
I’m presidential the status, the fattest stacker credentials
Specializing in writing and making tracks from instrumentals
‘cause it seems like all I need are beats to kill
Hungry for knowledge, my appetite will never be filled
Bless it at will, exit when I’m flexing my skill
Up in the rotation, generating power like windmills
I instill knowledge in your brain to get you higher
Burn more trees than forest fires whenever I grab a lighter
Just as a reminder, got more styles than a fashion designer
A passionate rhymer who does damage with cans of primer
Fucking mics up worse than you might’ve heard in your lifetime
I make y’all wanna do the opposite of write rhymes
That sick, it’s tragic, your wack clique is plastic
Faker than a mask and that’s it
I’m commonly calling like [?] followers in my footsteps
Don’t look yet, you get hooked left with a right one-two and you’re through
Who better to represent the crew than a one man wrecking ball? He tall true
You wanna diss, but it’s hard to offend me
Confident, as for aspirations, I’ve got plenty
‘cause you can’t rock a show when your soul’s empty
And you can’t spell America without the mc
That’s me, Isor, host of the ceremony, West Coast testimony, as a child, I was lonely
I channel anger now and use it in my songs
Still going strong
When I step upon the stage, you know it’s on
I’m knowing now that I was born to rip apart shows
All about busting straight from the heart flows
Skating down the street, bag of dank in my cargos
Heavy hitting representative of San Marcos
Well I’m bound to break it down when I get on the right topic
It’s sicker than maggots crawling out a skeleton’s eye socket
I might rock it to the early dawn and transform into a fucking madman unstoppable
I won’t be held responsible if you’re listening to this track and then bash someone in the face with a fucking bat
My lyrics are the type to get you hype, make you wanna fight
Steadily bringing it, swinging with all of your might
Better off dead, now I reckon I beckon to bless it
The best are impressing, the rest are headed for the exit
I’m presidential the status, the fattest stacker credentials
Specializing in writing and making tracks from instrumentals
‘cause it seems like all I need are beats to kill
Hungry for knowledge, my appetite will never be filled
Bless it at will, exit when I’m flexing my skill
Up in the rotation, generating power like windmills
I instill knowledge in your brain to get you higher
Burn more trees than forest fires whenever I grab a lighter
Just as a reminder, got more styles than a fashion designer
A passionate rhymer who does damage with cans of primer
Fucking mics up worse than you might’ve heard in your lifetime
I make y’all wanna do the opposite of write rhymes
That sick, it’s tragic, your wack clique is plastic
Faker than a mask and that’s it
I’m commonly calling like [?] followers in my footsteps
Don’t look yet, you get hooked left with a right one-two and you’re through
Who better to represent the crew than a one man wrecking ball? He tall true
You wanna diss, but it’s hard to offend me
Confident, as for aspirations, I’ve got plenty
‘cause you can’t rock a show when your soul’s empty
And you can’t spell America without the mc
That’s me, Isor, host of the ceremony, West Coast testimony, as a child, I was lonely
I channel anger now and use it in my songs
Still going strong
When I step upon the stage, you know it’s on
I’m knowing now that I was born to rip apart shows
All about busting straight from the heart flows
Skating down the street, bag of dank in my cargos
Heavy hitting representative of San Marcos