SINSANE - Monday Bars Episode 5 (Pete Rock) lyrics

Wooo! Yeah, yeah mi-mic check one-two
Mi-mic check one-two pete Rock, Sinsane
Mi-mic check one-two check it, yo

Yo, I was born to kill so here I am boy
I'm talking blood for real
It's not a paintball
I'm talking flamethrowers
I'm talking chainsaw
Baseball bats beautifully stacked in
The Range Rov'
When I say kill - I mean lyrically
All I need is a pencil
Like Heath 'how 'bout a magic trick?'
Piece of paper, a beat, few verbs
And adjectives got 'em thinking ''oh shit''
Like it's a laxative
Oh oh, doctor said I shouldn't smoke
So I beat the shit out of
Him with his stethoscope hah
Pass you the microphone?
(huh?) fuck are you talking 'bout?
Time is money, I roll up just to slow it down
I don't chicken out, watch me kick the facts
Pandora's box
Knock-knock don't make me open up
You best be hopin' that it
Don't provoke me bad enough
To wreak havoc shit
I can almost feel the rage in my abdomen
So sayonara friend I ain't gon pretend
Like I'm the best who ever did
It but I'm up for debates i'm finally awake
Melatonin finally got on my nerves
After i mumbled in my sleep &
Threw up on my bed fuck that
This is duel to the death bitch ''En garde''
Come against me
Might as well lay down flat in the black bag
Muscle relaxers
Don't need 'em the way I spaz out
Sippin' Corona by the liters
But fuck a dust mask
Hazmat suit, I'm wondering where the ass at
(haha) she heavy breathing on the reg but
It ain't cuz of asthma
I'm so fly motherfucker, yeah I'm sky high
My last will will probably be extracted
Out of the black box scrap that Drake
That's definitely not hip hop (nope)
Serenading the game delicately like Phil Ochs
(huh?) with all your whips &
Versace silver flip flops
I wonder what you kiss-asses do
For a living? Rim jobs?
All jokes aside tho, try to outflow my flow
Lyrics people would die for
Free of charge on your smartphone
Bygones be bygones, icons still hold micro-
Phones like Daisho
Stabbing your eyeballs and chopping
Your nuts off
The beat needs liposuction cause it's so fat
I'mma Rock that Peter
Pop off hitting the gold mine
Don't worry 'bout it
Imma do it in my own time give it all i got
And put my bars up in the front lines