Postmortem
[Hook]
We take the huge leap to become what we need
Survival is the only way to ever be free
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of greed
Speak our minds, whenever that we feel
Chaotic postmortem, above mental stress
Obey no master, we will rise with the best
No time for autopsy, combined with our strength
This for Valhall, we united in death
[Verse 1]
My spit's like razor blades, slicing up ya face
Cause mad internal damage to your body when I blaze
You suckers can't relate to the shotty that sprays
The rest of your heads on the ground where they lay
Fuck with me, stab you with a toothpick
Grab you with 2 fists to strangle you blue, bitch...
Murder you slowly as your lungs are collapsing
You panic attacking, kick it, the back hand slappin'
Cause more effect than provocative detonators
Lost in the air, falling, 'bout to evaporate us
Rhymes pressure same as 10 explicit innovators
360 degrees, imagine what i do to pen and paper
The most ruthless, brutalize tracks and fuse it
Flows spewin' madness that you find too elusive
No blueprint, no bullshit, no stupid excuses
My beats and lyrics bang you in the face, leave you so clueless
[Hook]
We take the huge leap to become what we need
Survival is the only way to ever be free
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of greed
Speak our minds whenever that we feel
Chaotic postmortem, above mental stress
Obey no master, we will rise with the best
No time for autopsy, combined with our strength
This for Valhall, we united in death
[Verse 2]
Been humble for too long, so now I'll talk shit
Never underrestimate a demon possessed by darkness
While you talk slick, I'm in your apartment
Spark clips so sharp that I leave ya jaw split
Words to the wise, this revenge to the fullest
Shoot you in the stomach and you can shit out the bullet
Try recycle it for re-use, even if it smells...
Or better yet, save that last bullet for ya self
You got one testicle left, other one's missing in action
Ejaculation would be right reaction, yet, you missed the action
You're as predictable as Christian music
Prayin' all day for a soul and still loosing
Matter fact, you and I know that you're done for
For everything you did to me than I will be you're tormentor
Soon to be continued from the rise of the folklore
Who am I? The devil's ghostwriter and mentor
[Hook]
We take the huge leap to become what we need
Survival is the only way to ever be free
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of greed
Speak our minds whenever that we feel
Chaotic postmortem, above mental stress
Obey no master, we will rise with the best
No time for autopsy, combined with our strength
This for Valhall, we united in death
[Verse 3]
I am the negative, you should know my intension, kid...
Righteous retribution like your motherfucking nemesis
Spaz 12 to ya lips so you can french kiss
Demented penmanship to put the pressure on your prejudice
Fuck a supremacist, hate you all equally
And when I'm on the scene I promise none will die peacefully
Vehemently, brutalize tracks evenly
Meaning I do not recycle bars that easily
Reek of defeat, hearts stop with no beat
Flatline like the stocks on the screens from Wall street
Put beats on repeat as I spark up the heat
Get busy in the booth over monstrous beats
Spit weak shit than you get rejected for real
Tryna sit next to me with a song in the ejection seat
Verses so intricate, confused by it's meaning
You would need an explanation coming straight from Morgan Freeman
[Hook]
We take the huge leap to become what we need
Survival is the only way to ever be free
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of greed
Speak our minds whenever that we feel
Chaotic postmortem, above mental stress
Obey no master, we will rise with the best
No time for autopsy, combined with our strength
This for Valhall, we united in death