Antipop Consortium, L.I.F.E. Long, Pharoahe Monch - What Am I? (Tragic Epilogue) lyrics

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
The institution of
Impossible word resuscitation and execution
Electrocution

Electrocution, emergency broadcast beacon
Reachin' expand the bandwidth
Stand beyond the abandoned sarcophagus
Brimstone pullin' 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, MCs, freeze (scratching)

What am I? What am I? What am I?

The a cappella block rocker shocker
Off the top of the roof fly MC entity

Me proceed enslave fragment images enhanced
By system of our compulsions
Transcriptions transparent as captivity
Caged by emcees
In flocks of thousands picking at sand!

The super soaker vein choker, poker-face
Straight hate treads 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 battle laser

The first release quick, kick back the impact
Came in crush on contact knock out
Your contact when in combat
Called Combaticon causing wreckage
Pummeling carnage
Carnivorous to con, 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 rocker of rap
Don't look back on my optics
Times two high score in Galaxian
Axiom tracks but come more then many
Collision, precision
Incision within your skull case

Necks twist turn off selective words
Earl Blaize double effects you triple take
Flex and nerves
Revenge of the nerds seen in blurs
Only the sound of words splurred
Now you remember when men get dis-mem-bered

What can I say about MCs?
What couldn't I say about MCs?
Every heart churning 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? What am I? What am I?