Kasland - Prototype

Specimen is showing dramatic improvement
Pulse steady at 85 beats per minute
Administering 10 CC's of epinephrine
Pupils dilating, he will be the protégé

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight
With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite
Kneel, then I pause, life's a gamble, time to roll the dice
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
Kneel, then I pause, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype

I'm a monster, a jaw dropping lunatic
Absorbed every lyric in my mind, now I'm losing it
I put my bleeding heart and wise soul into the music and
Just wait to hear the kick and then I go in just as soon as it
Drops then I twitch, feel it coursing through my veins
I'm the product of a saint, metamorphosis, I change
Into a beast when on the mic, then I just roar, listen to James
To get the motivation I need to draw my sword and spit some flames
As I was taught to, give y'all music y'all can rock to
Learned when to speak my mind and bite my tongue when not to
The trials and tribulations, lack of patience that I fought through
Let me tell myself with pride “there's nothing that can stop you”
Don't even question my abilities
I studied all the greatest from the classic rock to real MC's
And built the walls to my foundation patiently while still at ease
Then paid my dues through déjà vu's to obtain what my familia needs

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight
With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite
Kneel, then I pause, life's a gamble, time to roll the dice
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
Kneel, then I pause, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype

Dolomite on the mic, Han Solo type
Fuck Hilfiger, nigga, I’m the Polo type
No bark, all bite, fuck hard all night
Cream pie, all white, dark skin or light
All bullshit aside, 8055
Jeff James, Groveside, flow that the hoes like
.40 on both sides, Chevy with loud pipes
I ain't heavy on hot side, I strike while your mouth wide
I hail from the south side, post bail from jail
Give them hell in my cell, Newport smoke in the air
No hair, don't care, knuckle game rare
You scared, don't dare, best prepare I want my share
I ain't the one to fool with, I’m coming with the tools, bitch
I’m ruthless to the foolish and I suggest you cool it
Before you make me do it to you if the shoe fits
(I’m a mother fucking prototype), you knew this

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight
With real silent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite
Kneel, then I pause, life's a gamble, time to roll the dice
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
Kneel, then I pause, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype

Response to stimuli is good
Heart rate increasing

Built by the Gods, clear my path as I go to fight
With real violent jaws, fangs hanging from an overbite
Kneel, then I pause, life's a gamble, time to roll the dice
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
Kneel, then I pause, I'm a mother fucking prototype
Prototype, prototype, prototype, prototype
And I will fight the odds, I'm a mother fucking prototype

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