Undergods, Tech N9ne - Show Em What Crazy Is lyrics

The Burnout Brothers canibus, Keith Murray

Come sit with me i show you how I
Consistently manifest multiplicity
Lyrically if you can do the same let me see
If you can then you are not my enemy
And if you cannot then I must
Make you a better emcee
Let's turn to page three, we'll start there
The contract says you gotta have
A thousand bars to spare
You think this type of hip hop
Is one dimensional but it's not
You don't understand what I gave you
You don't understand what you got
I know you well though
You think that you can out rap me, hell no!
Unknown 'til I step to the microphone
Canibus turn this shit into a crisis zone
Automatically the sharpest at it
This just practice canibus
Keith Murray, I'm a shark, he the savage
Satellite rappers delight
We battle for the mic
In a condo bench pressing bags of brown rice
The modern day 'Hip Hop Hooray'
From Jacques de Molay spitting lyrics
On top of the 808
They used to call me a mental case
But one day men will say
He immigrated beyond Heaven's Gate
My net worth is my next verse
In a race to a billion bars what
If you could get there first
He had guns attached, his gums was black
He stuck head in thumb tacks placed
On a wall sized map this is not sorcery
This is just a lyrical part of me
My artistry, please, pardon me
So I can watch satellites comb over the Earth
I count thousands
They probably just stole my verse
From the flora to the fauna
Slaughtered in the absence of water
Bis and Murray this is Undergod horror

Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it

Come sit with me, Canibus and Keith Murray
Ain't shit been this sick since
The legalization of Christianity
Mentally I explore
Universally there's no boxing me in
I rock with Martin Luther-bility
Me and Bis might be
The two sickest scientist emcees
Probing the galaxy
I know why you don't like me
I get love from your wifey
I get dumb like E-40
Like Mac Dre my style hyphy
Come dance with the stars
And get bullet scars
Fuck AT&T, we got more bars
Your attempts of deception can't
Deter our direction
Our demise you can't achieve like
The state of perfection
There's always something better
So we keep perplexing
With an exclamation point like
Texting with aggression
Our manuscripts is sicker than Saddam
When he uses his own blood
To rewrite the Quran canibus is right
I'm a savage in the pursuit
Of hip hop happiness killing the wackness
So I enlist one of the grittiest
Emcees on the planet Earth
To help me with this shit
It's a hard job but somebody gotta do it
Your style like the airport –
We run right through it

Undergods will come in tomorrow
Styles bizerro, bizarre, bizarro
Slipknot moshpit hip hop
On your knees with your hands behind your
Back and your fingers interlocked guap
Canibus capsule come sit with me on my camel
War of the Worlds, who wanna battle?

We spank niggas and they go tattle
Intense like when Eminem and
Canibus had a battle
Omnipresent, omnipotent, insurmountable
Malicious discrepancy of ridiculousness
I roll with them animals like a zoologist
Get facetious then make you
Pray like a mantis
Your dogs be the mangiest, rabiest
Send them to the vets
We'll put 'em to sleep
Show 'em what crazy is

Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Undergod horror, show 'em what crazy is
Show 'em what crazy is
Show 'em what crazy is

Tech N9na, they summon me
'cause I lyrically gun emcees
Got 'em biblically on his knees
When I deliberately hung his G's us
From these nuts, 'cause I
Constantly bleed puss, cheese fuck
This seed must live and breathe rust
It needs cuffs my heart is made of brimstone
And Roscoe's chicken grease
A sickened beast
Kickin' street with hot flows ripping beats
White people love it
They say my rock shows frickin' neat
Black people scared of me 'cause I
Pop those thizz and eat
Pigeon meat raw, I'm here to lead y'all
'Til you free-fall
Deep in this abyss and heat all
You thinking that's scary
I feel like planning a murder
And speed targeting everyone off
In my BlackBerry except for Murray and Bis
Gotta hurry and get the tools for you's
Fools and get to burying shit
Snipe your ass then cook you
Vanquishing my life won't last
When I pass friend
I'mma come back and haunt
You as Michael Jackson