Virus

MysCracker:

This is a virus

Desirous for the throne, so I bring a wrecking ball

But I ain't talking Cyrus, I'm too hot right now, don't look

It might burn your iris, my network wireless

But my headphones wired, just like my tires

I'm a stylish rider, plus a reckless driver

My necklace shine brighter than an australian bush fire

The last cross on my checklist leaves you breathless

Like I just hit your solar plexus

This track is a virus, and it's highly infectious

I'm ambidextrous with my pen like da Vinci

I'm simply hot, like Chingy back in the day

My lines break every material like gamma rays

My comparisons underrated like P. J. Hairston

Still I'm far from arrogant, though I'm so high

You should call me an aeronaut

My rhymes correlate, no one could copy

The way I formulate is way too unique

Hip Hop can't exist without me, like I was a disc jockey

I make chicks squeak, they blow me kisses

And we ain't talking cheeks

My flow is futuristc, yours is antique

So keep your fucking mouth shut when I speak

 

This is a Virus

With no known Immunization

Pens and Biros

Infect you on every occasion

Rap is my only destinated vocation

I'm ill, call it aberration

 

My flow's a plaque

While yours is simply whack

I don't enjoy that yack

Watch out as I thwack

My pad flat on the back of your head

As you try to spit sixteen, catch an asthma attack

I display my flag, though it's neither the Maple Leaf nor the Union Jack

You know where I'm from

This is only a crumb of my skills

Harmful, like a palm full of ecstasy pills

These rhymes just keep spilling out

Your Boy Scout lyrics don't touch me

I leave you on crutches

While my tracks are luscious

Delicious, nutritious

But also vicious, malicious

Judicious use of these beats

I felt this caprice to infect the game of rap

I spit ill, bronchitis

Step back, there's nothing but silence

This is a Virus

 

This is a Virus

With no known Immunization

Pens and Biros

Infect you on every occasion

Rap is my only destinated vocation

I'm ill, call it aberration

 

Hyst3ria:

As I walk in the track spins

Call you sn or tin

The virus of oxidation hits you

No one will ever see you again

Ebola virus coming from nowhere

Don't go there

I might need to spread my music

I have a chance to go and do dis

I don't even know how to use this

Mic my lyrics spread

They infect your mind

Listen to me all the time

The virus has no cure

What's you've caught it its secure

In your brain

Like that song bane

I'm on this campaign

to numb your pain

This is a virus of pandemic proportions

Walk around with the world distortions