apex

Sep, 9 2015 • Written by armageddon • Featuring precision and ThaEmphamissEyecis

 

 

my renditions are epic , always woven into the finest fabric,

get electricity straight from my static,you aint got nothing on me get off the topic , in the matrix i go gothic ,Chaotic red eyed flights

from the tropics ,armageddon is narcotic,

dead on, a little Psychotic,i'll get to you, with another serving

thats Microscopic , ryzin

take you out to were it all began ,wrap you up,

throw you up in the sedan

slap you up with my right, then my left hand !!

,drop your body in the sudan..

leave your ass in the quick sand, for a few hundred grand !

,just because i can ,you never been a part of the plan ..

,stans get dealt with,by the clan,head examined !

, as i preach these sermons!

every day feeling like im being pursed by serpents !

,cant think straight, closing the curtains ,on high alertness,

its common among divergents , this message is urgent !!!

if it makes it to you, then your a servant,

to my past and present, ill be remembered as a legend

with seven more years to reign!!

,rain storms touchdown from the heavens !

a few chosen like the raven, touchin pavements

blocked by federal agents , nwo booked , new vision of Invasion

causing mass confusion ,new techniques called Incision,

erosive like precision ,let him cut yall up call it Circumcision...

to my impress god eyesis the head miss-tress , leave these bitchs

ship wrecked on some new shit ,fine as hell no contest ..

,she poses a threat,shut cha your ass down upon request!

,makes it harder for you to digest ..

youll try to suppress your feelings ,

her finesse is to great ,your left to collect your thoughts in the index..

 

Armageddon...........

 

 

 

(precision-------------------------->)

 

arm talkin leavin you in quick sand for hundreds of grands,

i'm the man the one, who does it cause i can,

no money involved. just for shits and giggles.

precision be deadly note holdin, acute technique swollen.

luxurious rap-sport styles leavin u only with prolific visuals,

fucked up like serviceless television just thousands of pixels,

the little locals, hold pistols, no doubt, the riddle vocals, tongue tie

and twist but make sense somehow, apex in the swing of it, obviously

i've got to allow emphamiss to continue to come equipped. pimpin

bitches for polo fits, despite i never have to quit.

complications arise. called "emphamiss " ..............................apex "

ful factor don't manage to miss, ding dong game over

class dismissed... whenever she flow it's like the nike shit

, nothin but net and the swish. beautiful the complete dish.

collabs on apex altitude, she's next

no need for the interlude. don't let me catch u tryin to be rude,

"the bomb diggity"

evolution combined with fraction and friction, is the

process of execution turning to fusion, her movement

her lyricism along with her demeanor. our flow so cold like a

popsicle in the winter time, after being chilled in the freezer.

ladies and game so tight my head be on a swivel. like sweeper.

armageddon

grim like the reaper,

emphamiss

tell em why u definitely a keeper..

 

 

(EMPHAMISS)

 

Clearly it's quotable, our flows uncontrollable this killing is

Not negotiatable, from syllable to mandible, we eating niggas

Like Hannibal, from feat to clavicle*

Cut u cowards open, can't fix what ain't broken. Still niggas stay

Hopen..while we remain smoken, that's the only time we be

Choken.. Those times we be floating*

So u can try and compete, but u challengen the elite, suffer in

Defeat, it can't get more complete. When we spit what we speak.

It's skill and technique that's makes us unique*

 

Shit I can't help but to brag, we got this shit in the bag. Black

Bags and toe tags, we leave niggas real mad, wishing they had

What we have, Damn thats too bad*

Now like a strong ending, that's my nigga ARMEGEDDON,

That nigga ain't pretending, he shredding from beginning to

Funeral attending, to lyrics representing*

Another nigga killing is my boy PRECISION, niggas can't vision,

What this nigga is spittin, knock outs when hittin, heaters he's

Grippin, loaded clip and he's never caught slippin*

 

We tripled up on these cats, colabs on this track. From sidewalk

Cracks to breaking niggas backs, to time on the racks to corners

Playin craps to bustin of caps*

I do what I do, run Rhymes with my crew, a few chosen who, my

Niggas on que. These are my trues, I flag with the blue. Don't get

It confused, nah I don't ever loose*

Im a heavyweight, bitchs I'm the great, I am built to anilate, and

Cause the ground to shake, spotted and dotted to preferate, u

A Mark, call u bait. Can't get what u can't take*

Guess I can leave this up to fate.....and we will see u at your wake!!!