YC the Cynic, Niles, Homeboy Sandman - Suicide lyrics

"I'm The Untouchable, never to be took out"
"Grab the microphone, and let your words rip"

"So stepping to me is suicide
I couldn't think of a rapper taking mines"
"Tip My dialogue"
"I'm the untouchable, never to be took out"
"Grab the microphone and let your words rip"

You never escape
I screen print letters to page
My lines fine wine i get better with age
I carry the game in a carrier case
I rap caskets, I be getting carried away
I don't bag back when a barrier's made
I back break bad acts into various states
I attack my tracks in various ways
I'll take 'em to town like?
I spit game fit for Ving Rhames
Mixed with King Kong, mixed with King James
Rap's get harder to match and maintain
But each rip I whip ass and take names
I paid dues, ready to make change
Rhyme spitter, make moves to make lane
Hard hitter, odds are there's none iller
So, if R's the God, I'm good with Godzilla

Stepping to me is suicide in a sense
That your old life will be ended
And your new life will commence
Know YC's a cadet, you could bet
It's only correct, we connect kid is next
Quiet is as kept
Stepping to me isn't so much as a suicide
It's more like a scuba dive deep shhhhhhh
Kids might be listening
They've had more than
Enough corruptive conditioning
Without me contributing far as imagery
It's in my genes to be riveting
Just there is rivets in my jeans
And within 'em is keys that be jingling
Holding my ding-a-ling
I roam dimensions combating dementia
My arm's for denizens, my arm is valencia
They called nascent sense
My momma's placenta the general consensus
I'm nothing to censor muah

"It's suicide" "It's suicide if you"
"Grab the microphone"

The Poetic Justice Janet is my queen
And I am the King of the Rhythm Nation
I've been repping this since Genesis
Like Ninja Gaiden the Black Star, Atlantis
I've traveled that far
Snatching mad broads from Egypt to Madagascar
Outer Space is my pool hall
Me and Zeus we play pool with the planets
With the Moon as the cue ball
My words are so explosive with timing
That I send some message in a bottle
To you to blow up your island
The master's in from the past has risen
I'm like an Aztec living slash mathematician
Jazz musician
I'm not them, I write the Messiah's diary
Judas is fueling the blue fire inside of me
Your arrogance will have you
In the air against the Delta plane propeller
Looking like Alfredo asparagus
My level you never seen
And if Satan's your Siamese i'll separate ya
Sayonara, Guillotine!

"It's suicide" "It's suicide"
"It's suicide if you even" "Tip my dialogue"
"It's suicide" "Never to be took out"
"It's suicide"
"Grab the microphone and let your words rip"