Madness in a Cup

[Mr. Lif]<br>Begin initiation, it`s been too many years awaitin<br>While other niggas fell off I been contemplatin<br>What`s the best to blow up the scene<br>Murder all the wack and get away clean<br>Plan one, all the wack got done<br>State by state, one by one<br>And peace to my niggas in the ton<br>Here come plan two, separate they crew<br>Divide and conquer, because it`s evident I`m stronger<br>than the average man generated by the ganja<br>Some mc`s got 40 ounce hearts and blunt brains<br>and they frames are supported by a spine of cocaine<br>But I`m rollin dimes wit ya minds<br>Sippin ya heart and on time ya spine is<br>in lines exported to Peru<br>and I`m about to flip on somethin illa<br>tippa Heinekin or Miller the blank page filler<br>Until ya bring the ruck this is just madness in a cup<br><br>chorus<br>(Jeru sample)<br>superscientifical madness (x2)<br><br>[Mr. Lif]<br>Whether in the studio on the road or on tour<br>my mic remains raw<br>verbal, metamorphosis of metaphor<br>In the cocoon to incubate ascend to higher rates <br>Never no time to wait TC can kill the rhymes annihilate<br>My suffixes cause eclipses<br>Mad elixirs for dime smokin blunt fixers<br>My flow snatches the earth off its axis<br>and leave civilazation on galactic paralysis<br>My analysis is that of an exodus<br>Synthesis like photo, "Africa" like toto<br>Ya unto my dojo, the setting is Pluto<br>Then back to earth to kill niggas wit my judo<br>Sixteen century foolbro, on horsebacks through your thorax<br>Relax drink up, this is just madness in a cup<br><br>chorus (x2)<br><br>[Mr. Lif]<br>Line by line I combine phrases to braze kids<br>The rules of my raps form labryinths and mazes<br>Melting glaciers cuz my rhymes warm globally<br>broken ozones casualties and microphones<br>Whites bury tones in my headphones<br>Whirlwind MC and my flows are now cyclones<br>Go on blow the earth up in the stars and<br>I tiptoe the constallations just like Starman<br>But even as particles I built rhymes by molecules<br>Black holes all fallin to rebuild ya cells and folicles<br>My brain cells are jail cells where my thoughts dwell<br>amongst the smoke of a thousand L`s<br>I`m still increasin peace signs to wrap my piece in<br>And I`ll be keepin tissues for those that`s weapin<br>You win it all to lose it all, riches to the winners<br>to the losers shells fall all in all<br>I`m breakin hearts and hidin traces, unitin the races<br>and gaining mad speed from cop chases<br>This place is blowin up, this is just madness in a cup<br><br>chorus (x2)