Symantix
Written by ZeaLouS1, composed by Diabolik
“Intuitive improvisation…is the secret of genius”
Thinkin’ you can take me, you’ll be mistaken sadly,
You’ll get played like your whole name’s Milton Bradley,
How badly do you think you and your crew is?
A true whiz, let me introduce you to showbiz
Don’t be fooled or take my rhymes lightly,
Say the wrong thing, sounds like you wanna fight me,
Just to spite me, my cults like Osiris’,
I’m Dr. Mario, you’re nothin’ but some viruses,
Papyruses, let me speak my bloodline,
Hieroglyphic monsters battle on the front-lines,
I’m not impressed when you stress out your attitude,
Try to invoke fear with verisimilitude
You tried dude, and I don’t mean to sound rude,
But you sound dumb when you try to sound lewd,
I caught you sleepin’ like a bunch of narcoleptics,
Now I’m cleanin’ out you scabs like a bunch of antiseptics
“You don’t have the guts to be what you want to be. You need people like me so you can point your f***ing fingers and say, ‘That’s the bad guy’. Well, say goodnight to the ‘Bad Guy’.”
I dissuade the trade and played tricks on my verses,
Swayed the maid and laid bricks in the purses,
Scream curses, leave in three hearses,
Watch when I walk how the crowd just disperses
Arcane intellect from the brain,
Any opposition to my force will be slain,
I know your blood will freeze when they mention my name,
You are nothing but a breeze inside of my hurricane
The storms comin’, will you run inside and hide,
Or die outside so you can say you tried?
I don’t need nobody else waiting in the rafters,
All I wants a cameraman to take before and afters
I will take you apart piece by piece,
Spit the kind of fire you will never know to cease,
Possessed with the hate that would burn any priest,
I will not stop until your body is deceased
“People aren’t willing to accept your solutions doctor, and I for one don’t blame them!”
“Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills. The people it kills get up and kill!”
