Anonymously Ominous from Cosmic Process by Graphic Melee

Get shadier than blue blockers/ I'm sick enough for 2 doctors/ To offer second opinions to what this dude authors/ Like flying saucers on a tv screen/ I'm hard to be seen when I reach extreme speeds/ on you millipede motion slow-mo emcees/
I'll give a go-go beat a lean/ while I'm spitting out this Listerine/ Fresh to death I'll dose you like a blister pack of mysteries/ Mr. T with no pity squeeze/ gritty steez/ like fitted jeans/ on waistbands thats size 53/
Tight. My style is Mr. Clean/ I'm Bright. So see this visibly/ When I physically/ ignite nitro inciting riots in these city streets/ You couldn't ask for better rhymes with a pretty please/ I'm nice./ Grip too many victories/ Rip too many emcees/ Cuz none of em sounded sick to me/ They couldn't rock with a full clip of these/ Crippling similes/ crafted originally/ smashing mimicry/ mentally in a league/ where you ain't competing with me/ or the inner circle I keep/ cuz we keep it perfect on beats./ Constantly serving up heat/ Brand new version of these/ sounds emerging sounding perfectly/ Bursting at the seems/ Words ripped more than Hercules/ And y'all ain't hurtin' me/ Better off drinking mercury/ and performing a surgery/ open heart on yourself if you think you can verse with me/ I'm perverse with these words verbally/ making em twerk for me/
Make your rhymes sound nursery/ with no rehearsing free/style reverse it and it still plays perfectly/ Celebrate this like an anniversary/ or keep quietly cursing me/ while I keep working beats/ Wild and disturbingly/ high off the urban leaf/ Kind of big deal before Ron Burgundy/ I ain't had a big deal so you probably never heard of me/ Emcees are kids meals/ finish em off? Certainly.

Anonymously ominous/ You wanna mob with us?/ Its the monstrous/ from the shadows/ Here to bomb and crush.../ Take a bump of this and catch a rush/ Can't get it live? Should be calling us


Moves like ninjas lurking in the shadows/ Came from Virginia working on mad flows/ Now I'm burning like some astro/turf in fat bowl/ to work you to the back row/ Grown man in a play castle/ against bunch a rappers playing dress up in they're dad's clothes/ You know those jeans don't fit/ Plus that played members only jackets got mad stains in it/
How do I attack? No explaining it/ I strike a match/ then throw propane in this/ slow cold raining spit/ Penning many tracks with no refrain in it/ Melee still the name in it/ Gustav Fring killing/ No remains ceiling/ painted with stains peeling/ brains when I aim. Dealing/ with the same type game like Lebron James entered/ in the draft trade pick. Its/ pulling ace/ in the deck of cards played/ Get it? Got it. Good. /Here to rock minds forget Hollywood/ Emcees ain't spitting how they should/ So I'm a hit you with that slow burn like Bali blend with Kush/ I'm here to get you hooked/ but it's not Molly that I push/ as I take you for a sojourn of sound that I cook/ From the scholars to the crooks/ turning heads for a look/ Another earthquake verse to keep em shook/ Hired assassin/ collapse a track spin/ the beat back cuz it's t-time for some action/ Send the microphone crashing/ through sound proof glass when I blasting this passion/ Curtain call y'all and spread the ashes/ Progressively aggressive on these massively passive/ trash emcees getting their whole head bashed in/ while I'm setting off another set of chain reactions

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland