The Wreckoning (full version)

[Lateef]<br>Look bitch<br>You know I`m comin` tight<br>So you can switch them hips from left to right<br>All night and won`t nobody give a shit<br>If you were sittin`<br>I might ask you to stand so you can take a load<br>Off your mind<br>Cause the lyrics you kicked were so butt-brained<br>It must be synonymous<br>With your behind in the time and you know your rhymin`<br>Sucked black<br>So I can`t still figure out why the fuck<br>He was all on my nut sac<br>He was droolin` water and who are you foolin`<br>Tryin` to act so cool<br>And when it comes to the duelin`<br>Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin`<br>Ooohin and Ahhhin<br>Really don`t matter as long as the rapper<br>They know who`s shit is phatter<br>And who should be beggin` the pardon<br>For the disaster as I blast you into<br>Anti-matter make you scream out uncle<br>As I punk you with the funk<br>Watch you crumble like a punk will<br>Another chump killed<br>As I chuckle pumpin` steel through the steel<br>So that I can steal the show<br>The bug had know appeal<br>Meaning that I don`t feel the whack<br>EVEN when you be feeling that<br>No matter how slow you go<br>You still got no-THING to say<br>When skills are softer than clay matter<br>C`mon man, that ain`t where the cash is<br>You musta thought that pretty ass shit was gon` make<br>Some dough on the strength of those promo pictures<br>Hoe<br>Blow me down<br>I gets down<br>That even if we go just one more round<br>And I`m from the ‘O`<br>Challenging you in your own goddam town<br>And I know the homies gon` clown<br>When they hear the profound thoughts and<br>Experiences applied from my strife to the<br>End of your life on this mic<br>The years run off by the hour<br>The aspirations FLEE with the YEARS<br>As they get devoured with time<br>Eventually you will age and collapse<br>What good are your raps if your<br>Synapses can`t fire<br>The rapid rhymin` and tactics<br>That I can flash with<br>Automatically blastin` back and<br>Cappin` and laughin` at all of this whack<br>Material that you brought<br>Devoid of substance lacking<br>Action between word and thought and<br>Perhaps it`s best for e`rybody<br>If we just cut short<br><br>Silence<br>You itch you lust<br>Your breath is taken<br>When you awaken<br>In the state of the shock<br>Thoughts of ex-communication<br>And the implications of that situation<br>Racin` through your floggin` stopped up<br>Noggin` as you`re massagin`<br>You`re jarred<br>What`s that you saw<br>You try rememberin` but it`s foggier than<br>Fisherman`s wharf<br>At six in the mornin`<br>Through the gloom of dawn<br>Your doom is doomin` like the<br>Moon you know when you`ll be due<br>And you`ll die and soon<br><br>And when you die<br>Your heart stops<br>The brain is TECHNICALLY ALIVE<br>For three or four minutes<br>Digesting the curse for the next 24 hours<br>Give or take a smidgen<br>Blood remains viable for several hours and<br>Settles down once the body`s downside is<br>Darker and you will mottle<br>The grip of rigor mortise clenches it`s fist<br>And two to six hours<br>Relinquishes<br>Two to three days later by this time<br>The stomach is bloated with gaseous<br>Fumes consumin` will blow shit up fo` sho`<br>Oh by the way<br>The flesh decomposes fast<br>Veins and skin turn<br>Blue, purple, green and black<br>Nose and softer tissue turns to a<br>Jelly consistency thicker than Jell-O<br>Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear<br>Sickly jaundiced yellow<br>When you see and it softens<br>Eyes they melt in their sockets<br>Watch the skin pull away<br>From the gum-line leavin` no lips<br>So what`s left and<br>A wicked grin<br>Bacteria thrive nightcrawlers fill<br>No morrow only hunger<br>Maggots arrived and now`s devourin`<br>Decayed and sourin`<br>But hey<br>Really though<br>Why even trip<br>It ain`t<br>Only the physical in which<br>Your consciousness exists<br>And in the end<br>Forensic details are about as important<br>As the gear your sportin`<br>So why even resist<br>Ya trick<br>You should desist and listen<br>To the mix your missin`<br>With the kicks that`s hittin`<br>In the midst of the mist<br>Into which your slippin`<br>The lights start to dim<br>And the lesson of infection<br>You`re witnessin` is the wreckoning<br><br>Winded old and you`ll POP<br>You cease to exist<br>Terror in your eyes<br>And a smile on your lips<br>When you hear the remix<br>You cease to exist<br>Terror in your eyes<br>And a smile on your lips<br>When your heart lights up<br>You cease to exist<br>Terror in your eyes<br>And a smile on your lips<br>When you hear the lyrics<br>You cease to exist<br>Terror in your eyes<br>And a smile on your lips