paroles de chanson What Am I? (feat. Pharoah Monch and L.I.F.E.) - Antipop Consortium

You blink, I think with synchronicity split my body multiplicity shit
Fifteen places at the same time speaking the gospel
The optical illusion or obstacle for institution
Of impossible word resuscitation and execution,
Electrocution

Electrocution, emergency broadcast beacon
Reaching expand the bandwidth stand beyond the abondened sarcophagus
Brimstone poem in the esophagus of the dragon breathing apocalypse

Spit spit out shit shit get incredible responses
From these unearthly creatures and androgynistic monsters
Haunts the every move you make

Pattern, exorcist, exercise no discretion when pressing the boundaries
Surround the beat like street lights on nights with mics and lateral
Battle moves
To all crews, emcees freeze

What am I?

The a capella block rocker shocker
Off the top off the roof fly mc entity

Me proceed enslave fragment images enhanced by system of odd compulsions
Transcriptions transparent as captivity indicated by mc's like
A flock of a thousand?

The super soaker vein choker
Poker-face straight hatred stay red
Dead clouds brought back to life mic majestic untested
Destined to rest among the best of the system solar
North polar controller of the mic mc the panet laser

Reverse, release, quick kick back, get back
Cave in crush on contact, and i got your contact when in combat
Called combaticon causing wreckage pummeling carnage carnivorous to comp
Anti to pop then apply sauce then chomp

The to the break of your neck mc
With the impact of a wrecking ball
To the back of the head black rock or rap
Don't look back, I'm behind you
Times two highscore in Galaxian
Axiom tracks become one of many
Collision, precision, incision within your skull case

Necks twist turn off selected words
Earl Blaize double effects you triple tapes flex and nerves
Revenge of the nerds seen in blurs
Only the sound of words splurred
Now you remember when men get dismembered

What can I say about mc's?
What couldn't I say about mc's?
Every heart turning insult would be looked as praise for their demise
The bastard owed me his life
Look at everyone hide their celebration by sipping tears from raised champagne glasses
I hope they are buried so deep
Even the worms and the maggots couldn't breathe

What am I?