Canibus, Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Chopp Devize - Beat Butcha Get Em lyrics

Yeah, Melatonin Magik
Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Chopp Devize
Canibus echoes

Undergod soldier, running off toasting
A notebook and vocals, a smidge overdosing
Even when the D-boy system not coasting
You hear my spoken better than
When Rae lost his focus
Crystallized opiate to victimize opponents
With addictive lines coated in
Snares and some solar hit's
Motive is to sew up in ya
Dopest with a doper grit
Son, Can-I, and I, Pai Mai's chosen men
Transcontinental connoisseurs of the
Art of war
Knocking off non-essential artists which
Ya shopping for
The buck stops when I step in the voicebox
And unload bars like they're
Several joy shots
Yellow light caution, my melatonin's arching
Sleep on me, and I'ma get to sleep stalking
Technicians of lyrics, racketeering of sound
That'll surely be your last
At your burial grounds

Ayyy'! Get 'em, metaphorically speaking
This set of bars
Is letting off till several squads
Is deaded and weakened
Or probably beheaded and beaten
Severed and leaking i get it
Started like before I parted
I settled in Eden
But evolved over the course of time
More was just forced to fall
Off course for the shine (yeah)
I'm the ultimate, no alternate
Swords can give, darts with tips
Dipped in arsenic
Most sound like nothing like after me
Track murdered the graveyard's busting
At the seams (When I crush) like a nug out
Of the bag of the trees to be honest
Your rhymes sound like rotten to me (word)
I'm the sun, I'm the rise, and the fall
When I die and collapse
The whole sky'll dissolve
(yeah) And I fight for the cause
You should say my name first
When describing the boss

Put up your laptop break the boombox
Plug your infantry your iPod
No need for tough talk
Or rocking up in the streets with Krylon
Hip-Hop is not forgotten
It's been watered down like?
Tick tock me waving the time bomb
Blowing it up so it don't die off
That's why I'm on the job with
Balls to supercharge your ions
I be the icon you read about in multiple ?
Consulted by God
Still open the third eye like I'm a Cyclops
To keep my mind strong
I memorize entire rhyme blogs
Emcees try hard
But many just get sunk like a battleship
And missing a bunch of requirements
Like? an asterisk
Fact or fiction I can't tell the difference
When half of these rappers spit
Ignorant, I bet they don't even know
What the meaning of wackness is
You actually think you're good, sorry man
Your talent is absent kid
I guess them folks won't ever be dope
No matter how much they practice it
Illy inject the game with passion
Putting an end to the abstinence
There's so many things for you to fathom
But for now it's class dismissed

(Get 'em) As we proceed to MC
Keep it real recognize the
Skills over the beat
Hold up, don't shine your boots up
You still suck you can't rhyme like this
Unless you rhyming with US
Fuck the questions'! Find out for yourself
You got to find out who you help
Service to brothers, service to others
Service to self there's no way to tell
Even if you got a mic in your grill
You wanna sell? It's got nothing
To do with being ill
I rock bells with a glass of
Water and a melatonin pill
Put your soul into a spell, stay still
The universe moving at a pace
Perhaps it'll all be revealed
For me this all happened because
Of a record deal for you
This happened because of what you all feel
And now nobody can copy me
I am my own technology
You pay homage to me electronically
One out of three speak
About they flawed philosophies
Betrayal, that is the cause of all hypocrisy
We are living in the garden of technocracy
I am my own technology, ten thousand G
What's the weight of a light
Beam? Ask Killah Priest
He gon' tell you that your soul
Is not ready to be released
I'm a king with a slave's pair of feet
A flat-footed freak
I walk around hooded in the streets
Looking for beats
The djinn creep looking for beef
They looking for the emcees
With the invisible speech
So do not even look up
At what you are beneath
Just stare straight ahead and pretend
You're on the beach
My breathing becomes labored after they
Shock me with a taser
I fell to my knees then they
Shot me with a laser beat Butcha
One thousand bar street pusher like that
Snap, spring coil tap, release trigger
Melatonin Magik
Metal drones with payload attachments
Shoot me in the head till I stop rapping
Jaecyn Bayne, Son One, Propane Germaine
One day I'm a show you what we all made
Melatonin Magik, the golden child chanted
Daddy, the cell phone got too much static
Melatonin Magik is now tracking
All known air traffic
Unknown traffic, just red flag it
Melatonin Magik, go to sleep, do not panic
The heart of your soul is in the planet
Melatonin Magik
Turn your face to the left you maggot
Don't look at me unless you want a challenge
(Get 'em) Architect, Chopp Devize
Reverse polarity, optic eyes in the skies
Melatonin Magik for minds like mines
Like mines, like mines, like mines s