[Lindel]

Full Title: The Ill Dragons of Rap (MC Lanky ft. Sini, Spellbound & Profound)

[Beat comes in around 0:22]

(MC Lanky)

Look, my style, I dont HAVE ONE
Actually my style is exactly that of a DRA-GON
You see before I went out to the club, I sprayed some AXE ON
Then I showed up at the party and all the bitches LATCHED ON
People say, whats this DUDES ACT, wheres he COME FROM?
Why's he in this CREWS RAP, " Battle me, your DONE SON."
Sorry to break hearts but this goes to everybody LISTENING
I shoot for the stars, my lyrical bullets must be GLISTENING
Im here to stay, Ill as fuck, touch my flow its BLISTERING
I need some fucking LISTERINE cause a dragon's mouth is DIRTY
A bad rhyme to me is considered UNEARTHLY
IM WORTHY, when I did genocide on these faggots, MY PEN HURT
Im also white and poor, and best friends a N-WORD
This is the anthem to every dragon rapin, flying, wings IN FLIGHT
It seems crews on this SITE brought their knife to our GUN FIGHT
The SUNS BRIGHT, and a dragon feasts of the SUN LIGHT
The perfectionist, you know me, everythings DONE RIGHT

(Sini)

My WRATH IS FORSAKEN, 'cause now officially the DRAGONS AWAKENED,
A SLAP IN THE FACE to your skills, my verses ATTACKING THE NATION,
A GRADUAL SENSATION reaches and deepens you when I BREATHE ON THE MIC,
IMMEDIATE STRIKE in our darkest hour, my verbals SPEAK TO ENLIGHT,
EMCEES ARE IGNITED just when I BLOW SMOKE out of my DAMN NOSTRILS,
I'm a COLLOSAL dragon found in SANDS BY APOSTLES in HIBERNATION,
Covered with ANCESTORS' FOSSILS, claws crunching and EYES WERE BLAZING,
They thought I was QUITE AMAZING, but I was too pissed to GIVE A FUCK,
CINDERS BUST out of my mouth, I take my claws to tracks and RIP IT UP,
Fuck the dinosaurs, their CIVILIZATION died when my SICKNESS STRUCK,
PITILESSLY CRUNCH on emcees, I SWALLOW AND GRIN with TEETH SHOWING,
Commit SORROW AND SIN, with a fearful presence, I SPEAK OMEN,
EMCEES WOE when I enter the room, 'cause I spit in VIOLENT RAGE,
RETIRE ON STAGE, I laugh at attempts to keep me WIRED AND CAGED,
I just FIRE ABLAZE to all of your bonds in a DRAGON'S WRATH,
Then SMILE AND RAZE your career with flames, just get fucking MAD AND BLAST

(Spellbound)

Rearrangin' cats NECKS in angles aimed at drainin' their BREATH.
Right from their lung sacks when I unmask the six faces of DEATH.
You face me and YES I'm smashin' the plates in you're VEST.
And after I bury the hatchet I'll stick a blade in your CHEST.
SPELL'S an ape in the FLESH crossbred with DAVID KORESH.
And I'm only angered so BET, I'm not even that dangerous YET.
I fuckin' train at a DEPTH that causes' human bodies to CRUMBLE.
Out of my BUBBLE I'm maximum carnage that is probably DOUBLED.
And I'm the MASTER OF HEAT, infact I find all my passion in GRIEF.
Gnashin' my TEETH creepin' onto all of your backs as you SLEEP.
You hear laughin' that's ME, yea I'm that nasty ache in your BRAIN.
I found all my victims sounded different but tasted the SAME.
I go straight for the FACE with a straight edge, razor or BLADE.
And then turn the tip on myself to sit and just take in the PAIN.
You could say I'm INSANE when I saw off all your CHAINS.
Straight through both your LEGS to watch you CRAWL through my MAZE.
Now they're callin' my NAME, the super man with human HANDS.
Who just loves the CRACK OF RIBS against whatever I use to STAB.
The brutal PATH movin' PAST as the point enters it's HOLE.
Splinters all the BONES and pushes until the ventricle BLOWS.
Man this is senselessly SLOW, this is (ID) centuries OLD.
Bitch these are the FACES OF DEATH spread over a sensory LOAD.

(Profound)

Ima dragon draggin rappers abdomens after trampling the rest
My thick flames come equipped with blades, jabbin through your chest
My wings swing n bring words that burn n turn infernos up
My rounds bust until frail emcees are upside down like turtles stuck
Plus I gotta gutta girl whos pussys hot as what comes out my mouth
My halitosis osmosis approaches like locusts, all around the south
Next to meet death the rest of the cold world, breached by my bold skill
Cause if you aint actin right on the path of life, you end up as road kill
Im housin you lames, no bills, fo real, as I battle my shadow
My insignia flys over perimeters, n brands your beef like cattle
The last dragon is me, truth lee, a legend destined to die early
We do dirt n leave your crew hurt till your subconscious minds r buried
Yall are fly as fairys, soft as butt fuckin muffins tuckin nuts
But pro is so filled with testosterone he fucks till sluts guts just bust
Sini is the young assassin, n im old school like a revolver blastin
In duels the rest of our crew will have yall shittin yourselves like toddler asses..