Samo, Eloquecne - Voices lyrics

You got two lyricists in a cage
Ready to fight the rage, make the stage
Ain't no mistakes are made
Eloquence and I got the elemental surprise
Write or die fantasize, two hit's of wonder
Strong enough to break bones
Scatter here comes the rumble
Drop the thunder, when the beat flops
Hip-Hop, ain't seen what we got
So we gotta' make our move, here comes our
Shots, shot like 2Pac
Six times popped upside the head
Got the bullets pulled it out, we left
We not dead invincible, sentimental
Pick an instrumental to murder
What kind of mental disorder
Does a lyricist have
Cause, I got, so many fuckin' issues, bust
Sit back kick your feet up, relax, while
I unload them' missiles, dismiss
Let it go to Elo' for another sick track
It's my dismissal

Sometimes the voices in my head
Get the best of me
So I don't think you should start testin' me
I'm just out here tryin' to be the best emcee
But these voices won't let me

Check, my vocals bless instruments
With it's presence alone
Hence the kid is always detrimental
With a vengeance I flow
I approach the mic and just one take it
Bust and leave the booth flamin'
So if you choosin' to step to us, you playin'
Games with your life, inflict pain
Upon ya with a flow tight as Dyke pussy
Try and push me
I peel ya frame back and come back
Leave yo' brains rearranged, flat
I'm clean as ajax
Flow mean like Od'ing on crack
Leader of the pack
New school or old, a fiend for the tracks
Few posses the nuts to even
Try and challenge us!
That's why it get borin' man
There ain't no challengers, but just in case
You know I roll with two
Calibers, to damage the
Select few who happen to test, smith & wess
A blade who penetrate and rip ya flesh
This just tip of the iceberg
Welcome to the voices in Ma Head!


Five shots can't make me bust
Times lost if you fuck with us
Mutherfuckers we sorceress
Torturers of this rap game
Open up Pandora's box lames, boxed maze
Confuse the player, loosen tides
I'm the rightful heir
Who is god? Handful I got many of ya'
Who is god? The one who's got, all of you
Tied in knots like a choke-hold
Hold ya' breathe, count to ten
Resort to selling your souls
Bust a melon and go
Tuck a nine in my hol-ster
Holding ya' in my possession
Testing an emcee might be as
Bad as testing to see
How many times you succeed
In acceptance to defeat
Cause we the best men, better than
A scorching dragon with two
Heads spitting acid
We are two heads spitting classics
No one can match up with
Yo' wit's can't stand this
Bodies keep pilin', while the kings sit in
Their throwns free-styling