[Lars]

"Unstoppable" Feat. Iglos and NinjaMic

-((Ninja))-
...in the back of my mind I think had an epiphany
so I had to pioneer originality and master it instantly
I've seen everything that will happen after infinity
the afterlife is the only place to channel me spiritually
only Achilles had the agility and a natural ability
to have a half a chance of surpassing me physically
pass me a symphony to see it massacred lyrically
inspire artists to paint after they imagine my imagery
it can't be reproduced, like a man lacking fertility
reengineer genetics to alter anatomy's fragile stability
a fanatical madman, Mengele's answer to mystery
never allowed my evil twin to advance past his infancy
salivate PH levels that perfectly balance acidity
no serotonin inhibitors will help to handle your misery
trying to practice humility but I laugh at stupidity
I answer any amateur's audacity with ample artillery
in all actuality, this animosity acts as the epitome
of the massive amount of vernacular I pack in a simile
economic bankruptcy cannot cancel or limit me
long as I send verses in a properly packaged delivery
my family tree still standing, sanctioned in Sicily
only bitch could carry my seed is the Statue of Liberty

-((Baron))-
These rappers are killing me! Sounding wacker on finished fea-
tures than the instrumentals they happen to spit and speak
on with vapid deliveries. Clad in their skinny jeans,
hat that's been fitted teamed for swagger with Timbs. It seems
they lack the affinity which rapping would give to me
back in my infancy. Now every albums a swift release
pre-packaged with mimicry and tracks with no synergy.
They've sold the last of their dignity and mastered it digitally.
Now they're a fad in an industry that acts as a big machine
they're contracted to sit and feed, but sacked if they disagree.
Their plastic humility having landed them inbetween
the path to timidity and the back of a limosine.
They're lambs to the guillotine.
Only management intervenes when matters turn bittersweet.
Then it's back to the little leagues.
Having sold the last of their dignity and mastered it digitally...

-((Iglos))-
Say what you want but the sun'll still shine
always raw like Thor bring thunder in rhymes
I swear to fuckin' god men are dumb an' all blind
unaware of the depth that is under my lines
witty an' gritty style, call it slummy with grime
I laugh at the naive who are stunned by our crimes
lyrical magic, my flow is summoned with chimes
adapt an' move on, become one with the times
or don't cope an' smoke dope getting' numb off of wine
so sick of politicians, and their gluttonous pride
It's like I'm shackled down up in a dungeon inside
..stuck at a stand-still, wont run or abide
test my with a flow and you'll get hung while you cry
most stay in poverty, but some will get by
and very few care, they just wanna' get high
I make beats all day, on the drums I get live
writing is my drug, I get strung out on mics
you better than 'glos.. phst.. fuckin' yeah right
each word is like sword, so come get swung on with might
line up 1,000 emcees, I'll leave none in ya sight
the youth today are raised, by scum it's a plight
but I really don't care... 'cuz all I want is to write