[Verse 1: Subcon]
You view this man it's like he's fighting in the colloseum
He moves so quick and with this speed it's like you hardly see him
A brute that's fluid with movement hard to compete with
If you beef with him he'll strip you of your meat like you convert to vegan
Each verse a verbal beating with words that leave you bleeding
Underneath these sheets I read that lead you to eternal sleeping
What I'm speaking bodies emcees when I ink it
With these sentences cemеnted in the Earth like a Mausolеum
I dismantle heathens at my feet no longer breathing
Like Professor X to defeat me man it would take a Legion
It takes a team of elite emcess with these multi's
Not green new to the scene human beings with no schemes unfolding
I'm a sight to behold and it's not that I'm being bold see
I'm just the type face it my time's now with these lines I ink
I'm on the brink of distinctly new ways to think
A better breed of emcee in an entirely different league

[Verse 2: Silentmind]
There's no blacksmith in existence you can possibly mention
That can forge a blade to be faster and prosper against him
Walk through dimensions, your weapons are useless here
From an astral cord suspending, snatch mics, storms of souvenirs
Stop and go, rock and roll when we rock a show
Lock and load, shot'll blow for that Annunaki gold
Chopping flows, leave bodies in the Galapagos
Body blows, eat your brains out of pasta bowls
Snatching souls, no going back, what's done is done
Inner Earth, rewritting scrolls, show you where I'm coming from
Leave mushroom clouds in a dark haze
Watch as your mind, body and spirit part ways
Every time I rip with Subcon I get a blood thirst
And Bob the Builder make dynamite, light the fuse, your head'll burst
Make you want to go back and spit a better verse
Make you want to raise it to your temple let the metal jerk
[Verse 3: Fubar]
I attack with miniature weaponry, similar density
To that of Thor's hammer with an infinite energy
Telepathically dive inside of your mind and wipe
Every single minute of memories
I am at the top, comprende?
When it comes to lyricism, I've been a god since 10th grade
It's time for me to drop some dead weight
You're telling me you're straight, but you're not, you've been gay
Face me in public
You're not tough, thinking you got guts you'll get a blade in your stomach
Hate it or love it, angels will plummet
And end up prisoners in chains in my dungeons
Mics generally burst when I make them ignite
Reciting words and the phrases I write
Who's gonna be the first to engage me and die
Hail Lucifer, you'll burn if you face me with rhymes