MF Oblivion - Facemelter

Oblivion and kabel are back to perplex your mindsets
Comin from a level beyond the next
Best consider us a threat
Comin on the track with this cryptic dialect
In a form that you may get
I attack these beats like zombies eating flesh
Was born to rock the dead
Bringing that underground sound until my very end
Got devilish rhetorics imbedded in the depths of our heads
Nobody's innocent
Dont let anyone convince you that its any different

Put a bullet through my skull and mute the voices
That were instigating me to sell my soul
Fuck these phonies wanting smoke
They should know that I'll lyrically tighten that rope around
They're throats and watch em choke
Now im in the graveyard at 3am Diggin these holes
Struck the rotting bodies buried over gold
Just another schizophrenic caught up in his psycopathic antics in a manic episode
Drownin in the undertow
Eyes closed
Stuck a knife straight to yo throat
Watch you die slow
Fuck your weak designer flow you stole
Underground dweller got your mind blown
Left ya froze like stone
Bodies piling in my dungeon just like the catacombs
Yall teased the dog but never gave to him a bone

The peace offering was rigged to explode
You never really know who's rocking with you till its time to roll
I keep getting caught up in these lows,
But that shit wont make me fold
Im tired of these posers on the roam

Bout to cut em up and leave em scattered all across the road
Im bout to blow
So lock and load
Its time to go
And rock the show
Got these atomic flows rushing straight from my dome
Zoned out from the 'dro
Fuck the puppet masters in control
Trynna keep these blinded sheep Spaced out so they mentally implode
And do the evil doings on their own
So society doesnt realize that the ones in control are responsible for the whole situation
Dont let the lies cloud the truth thats written in stone...

On the sidenote
This duo is fuckin dope
I've realized the more that I grow
The more ways I learn how to rip up these wannabes and let em know
I'll leave the foes running like a bloody nose
Bout to burn down the fuckin throne
Then walk my ass home
Dont give a fuck about no platinum plaques cause all that shits just styrofoam
A sword is incomparable to this pen that I hone
Cause it takes sense to use it and get results
Anybody can pick up a blade or a gun and get their justice in a simple fashion,
But where's the ration in that
Id rather Mutilate my opponents with these verbal acrobatics and battle tactics
As I spew these thoughts with assistance from my tongue
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the conundrums
I'll grab the mic and leave you frozen On the beat
Like I smacked the teeth off of your gums
Make the cowards cry like they just got done cuttin some onions
Punk fuckas dont want none
I bow down to no one
Moving to the beat of my own drum
Eluding from corruption
Just patiently waiting for this worlds destruction...

Written by:
Reece Bledsoe

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