Shneaky - Lyrical Warfare III Lyrics

This is the life I've chosen
Surrounded by shows and flow then
Chillin' in the lion's den of my brethren
Plotting out the warpath planning murdering
Musically diverting them
Interrupting Bible hymns, sinking ships with blast from my diaphragm
A power point diagram: of damage done by my vocal chords
Comparing them to ancient Samurai swords
When I hit the right note, the bodies start to float
Walking through the flesh like I'm swimming in a moat
Here come the red coats covered in blood
This MC's childhood smothered in love
Shit ended quick when this lyricist began to spit
People started getting sick cells began to split
Who would've know upon my head there'll be a hit
And every night I'd wake up to the sound of it
The threat in the concrete jungle
Trying to make me breathe my last breath in the hustle
Bustle, spin, dive and juke
Undetected amongst the rank like a CIA spook.
If you're going to step to me, you better be ready
Its know that this MC's flow are deadly
Better step correct, know what to expect
SHNEAKY got the intellect backed by a strong dialect

This is Lyrical Warfare
Against which you can't defend you can't comprehend
My friend this is the end and I'm a godsend
This is Lyrical Warfare
Against which you can't defend you can't comprehend
Some say it's a sin, to be this skilled
Swooping in for the next kill

My next kill, I got no sniper skills
But god created me long ago more than ill, so be still.
You've lost you're a lost cause trying to survive
But instead, you're living in a lie
I rather die, than life my life on my knees
That includes living my life for anyone but me
Feel my xi, my energy, warming the room
While I'm spitting sonic booms at lightening speed
If you're in front of me I'm going to split you atomically
Bomb on you Nagasaki
Call me a kamikaze
Flying into your soul with my flow interrupting the signal
Causing the collapses of your brain synapses
Elapsed time read you already dead
The doctor said from the start
This Richiejamz's beat had stopped your heart
Time of death places your last breath where the chorus hit

This is Lyrical Warfare
Against which you can't defend you can't comprehend
My friend this is the end and I'm a godsend
This is Lyrical Warfare
Against which you can't defend you can't comprehend
Some say it's a sin, to be this skilled
Swooping in for the next kill