Death Rap by Xia-Dawn Lyrics
[Intro]
Verbal death cunt like it's death rap
[Verse]
I'm not famous enough to Rap Genius for you
Was cryogenically frozen in preparation to foil
All of these wack rappers that claim themselves as a master
Even with speech impediments I could slaughter these pranksters
No evolution is needed my enemies aren't a factor
Decibel levels shatter when god grabs hold of the mic
I take on nuclear bombs with a swiss blade as I type write
I don't fuck with niggas who couldn't tell if their hands write
Biters, ghost writers, and toddlers that spit trash
It's decimation in cleansing my ear drum from past
So challenge if you want last place, I'm everlasting
Heathens who couldn't fathom the enigmatic assassin
Are gasping as I establish synthetic parts to organics
Technology fused with magic, a providence apparatus
And maybe you'd get a rapper that's close to being my equal
Too much power is fictional so they claim me as evil
Reincarnation lives you will never witness a sequel
So count your blessings when witnessing the revelation
It's lyrical renovation, I send you all to Satan
I'm God, calling me amazing would be an injustice
If justice could have one meaning it's just this
Symphonious, master of ceremonious wordsmith
Any nigga claiming he better than hasn't heard this
Burn this inside of your optical lobes turn six
Xi-Dani was the origin of fear in homo sapiens
Fire, everything I spit on the daily web
Pay me when I'm daintily sketched in murals when I fake my death
Niggas ain't rapping they're too scared to even hold a pen
Verbal death cunt like it's death rap
[Verse]
I'm not famous enough to Rap Genius for you
Was cryogenically frozen in preparation to foil
All of these wack rappers that claim themselves as a master
Even with speech impediments I could slaughter these pranksters
No evolution is needed my enemies aren't a factor
Decibel levels shatter when god grabs hold of the mic
I take on nuclear bombs with a swiss blade as I type write
I don't fuck with niggas who couldn't tell if their hands write
Biters, ghost writers, and toddlers that spit trash
It's decimation in cleansing my ear drum from past
So challenge if you want last place, I'm everlasting
Heathens who couldn't fathom the enigmatic assassin
Are gasping as I establish synthetic parts to organics
Technology fused with magic, a providence apparatus
And maybe you'd get a rapper that's close to being my equal
Too much power is fictional so they claim me as evil
Reincarnation lives you will never witness a sequel
So count your blessings when witnessing the revelation
It's lyrical renovation, I send you all to Satan
I'm God, calling me amazing would be an injustice
If justice could have one meaning it's just this
Symphonious, master of ceremonious wordsmith
Any nigga claiming he better than hasn't heard this
Burn this inside of your optical lobes turn six
Xi-Dani was the origin of fear in homo sapiens
Fire, everything I spit on the daily web
Pay me when I'm daintily sketched in murals when I fake my death
Niggas ain't rapping they're too scared to even hold a pen