Certain Presence (Original Demo 2014) Songtext
von Awon & Phoniks
Certain Presence (Original Demo 2014) Songtext
My vernacular
Exercises my cardiovascular
Flipping like a spatula
Attacking like I′m Dracula
A legend like Acura
In fact I'm a Maxima
Alpha to Omega
The Pharaoh is coming back for Ya
Split you to your marrow
I self lord and master you
The ambassador
Of the murder flow
Gonna ravish ya
Psychoactive states of consciousness smoking shatter
The spirit overtakes initiating
The disaster
It′s such a hazard Dealing with a well known spazzer
Who actions in previous cases
Show that he is prone to blast ya
Hot as the magma
Around the core
Raw for rappers
After I touch it
Other emcees get asthma
My syntax
Blow off ya chin cap
Leave you with chin straps
Cause haters can't help
The beat makes they head bend back
And nod in agreement with sermons
Earth, Wind, and Fire
My reasons that if it's popping
I′m squeezing
They gon′ have to mention me among the best eventually
Word is bond
You couldn't even see the type of shit I′m on
Confidently, do it so nonchalantly
Do the knowledge, or get abolished
Thats a fact
A and Phoniks
The group of the century
The underground is back, with the golden era vandals
Old school, check it
It's still the same
So you better bring your skills when you′re steppin' on my stage
Frontal lobule
Left brain Cortex
Listening to Cortex
Traveling through the vortex
Spitting parasites thats known to dine
On raw flesh
More or less ruggedness is back
Flow is grotesque
Gortex for steps
And bubble vest conceal teks
In case they
Throw some blind threats
Homie I′m Obi Wan Kanobe
With that Shinonbi
Laser light saber
Cold casing all of you phonies
Kobe Elite 9s
Kendama complete rhymes
Chopper style
Chop chopper style
If I squeeze mine
On Patron squeeze lime
Make it rain
Squeeze dimes
Hit em with weed, wine
And she prime to unwind
Lyrically I'm
The illest
Next up to kill it
Audio two top billin
You know you can feel it
We don't need no hooks
Like Shaq and RZA
Emcees get skinned, well cooked
And served for dinner
They gon′ have to mention me among the best eventually
Word is bond
You couldn′t even see the type of shit I'm on
Confidently, do it so nonchalantly
Do the knowledge, or get abolished
Thats a fact
A and Phoniks
The group of the century
The underground is back, with the golden era vandals
Old school, check it
It′s still the same
So you better bring your skills when you're steppin′ on my stage
Extensions of my vocabulary
Is weaponized for adversaries
The attack can vary
A freestyle is a drone
If it's on a Phoniks beat
It′s a nuclear missile
Of napalm
Keep calm and carry on
Don't troll my timeline
Or news feed with pleas
To listen to whack rhymes
Or listen to whack beats
My producer pack heat
Why the fuck you think
We named the label don't sleep?
Don′t let arrogance
Get you embarrassed in these streets
Run up on you just for fun
And take the Js off your feet
It′s real in the field
I'm the master IC
It′s lyrical tai chi
We don't want your record deal
Do the knowledge
Or get abolished
Fuck it demolished
My gun is matte black
But the flow is well polished
Yall salty like olives
We on top this year
Keep opening your mouth
I′ll make my Glock disappear
Exercises my cardiovascular
Flipping like a spatula
Attacking like I′m Dracula
A legend like Acura
In fact I'm a Maxima
Alpha to Omega
The Pharaoh is coming back for Ya
Split you to your marrow
I self lord and master you
The ambassador
Of the murder flow
Gonna ravish ya
Psychoactive states of consciousness smoking shatter
The spirit overtakes initiating
The disaster
It′s such a hazard Dealing with a well known spazzer
Who actions in previous cases
Show that he is prone to blast ya
Hot as the magma
Around the core
Raw for rappers
After I touch it
Other emcees get asthma
My syntax
Blow off ya chin cap
Leave you with chin straps
Cause haters can't help
The beat makes they head bend back
And nod in agreement with sermons
Earth, Wind, and Fire
My reasons that if it's popping
I′m squeezing
They gon′ have to mention me among the best eventually
Word is bond
You couldn't even see the type of shit I′m on
Confidently, do it so nonchalantly
Do the knowledge, or get abolished
Thats a fact
A and Phoniks
The group of the century
The underground is back, with the golden era vandals
Old school, check it
It's still the same
So you better bring your skills when you′re steppin' on my stage
Frontal lobule
Left brain Cortex
Listening to Cortex
Traveling through the vortex
Spitting parasites thats known to dine
On raw flesh
More or less ruggedness is back
Flow is grotesque
Gortex for steps
And bubble vest conceal teks
In case they
Throw some blind threats
Homie I′m Obi Wan Kanobe
With that Shinonbi
Laser light saber
Cold casing all of you phonies
Kobe Elite 9s
Kendama complete rhymes
Chopper style
Chop chopper style
If I squeeze mine
On Patron squeeze lime
Make it rain
Squeeze dimes
Hit em with weed, wine
And she prime to unwind
Lyrically I'm
The illest
Next up to kill it
Audio two top billin
You know you can feel it
We don't need no hooks
Like Shaq and RZA
Emcees get skinned, well cooked
And served for dinner
They gon′ have to mention me among the best eventually
Word is bond
You couldn′t even see the type of shit I'm on
Confidently, do it so nonchalantly
Do the knowledge, or get abolished
Thats a fact
A and Phoniks
The group of the century
The underground is back, with the golden era vandals
Old school, check it
It′s still the same
So you better bring your skills when you're steppin′ on my stage
Extensions of my vocabulary
Is weaponized for adversaries
The attack can vary
A freestyle is a drone
If it's on a Phoniks beat
It′s a nuclear missile
Of napalm
Keep calm and carry on
Don't troll my timeline
Or news feed with pleas
To listen to whack rhymes
Or listen to whack beats
My producer pack heat
Why the fuck you think
We named the label don't sleep?
Don′t let arrogance
Get you embarrassed in these streets
Run up on you just for fun
And take the Js off your feet
It′s real in the field
I'm the master IC
It′s lyrical tai chi
We don't want your record deal
Do the knowledge
Or get abolished
Fuck it demolished
My gun is matte black
But the flow is well polished
Yall salty like olives
We on top this year
Keep opening your mouth
I′ll make my Glock disappear
Writer(s): Antwan Wiggins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
