Sergei Federov Lyrics

I'm the walkin' revival of the crack era

For what I drop on the vinyl, it's a mass terror

Bacteria blots inside of a rap paragraph

Burial plots for guys, won't last there, I

Adhere to, the laws of Sun Tzu

I'm movin' incog on you snobs to undo

And wash with a raw you piss posh and bum crews

You're appalled as I suave on your broad to run through

True Mack, true master of true rap

Inspect a deck (Inspectah Deck) of cassettes and woo (Wu) cats

Request none less than respect, I'll prove that

Armageddons through text, suggest you move back

Back to boom bap, golden age 80's shit

Raps shoot at, shoulder blades break em quick

Facts true that, homies gang flaked and dipped

Roast lames on their phony fake gangsta shit, huh

They stand back and gasp, I stand in class with Grandmaster Flash

And stamp your chatter about phantasmic gats

Clans scatter, I spit anthrax to blast

Can't subtract, the revolution rhymer

The brutalizer, the truthful wiser

Attache, I'm poppin' shit in this rat race

For spots to pick, don't politic

Yeah, we're hollering get money

The paper grip that'll make you quit money

Legit money, that slick money, big wig money

Make em flip money, the best on any list dummy

My forte is wordplay, I've been ordained cause it's first rate

Record more flames in the form I curate

Of a warlord preyin' on you nerds same

Time as he snorts cane in a pure state

Goin' berserk till death comes to flirt mane

With these excerpts, I let the pressure fester on you jesters, you'll rest in church, laying

The next hearse race to clear the scene, compare these schemes to burnt sage

Since every verse made will expunge

Leaves vets stunned when your turfs blazed

Seeing red, early 90's on back like Sergei Fedorov

Align with me, you better off

Stridently, your dynasty is severed off

Finally, I rise with speed to hegemons

Of a higher breed, divine MC who's reps beyond

Steppin' on these squadrons of corny fellas

I'm the Saddam Don Juan storyteller

Leave em in awe, bomb songs sort of stellar

Give blog reporters hell as if I'm John Tortorella

Yeah, we're hollering get money

The paper grip that'll make you quit money

Legit money, that slick money, big wig money

Make em flip money, the best on any list dummy

Trooper on fleek with the Supras on feet

You loser posses will smooch the concrete

Genes like a sheik's producing on sheets

Bon appetit on any goon in arm's reach

Long cash retrieved on this route I complete

This quest means less sleep, don't sweat the technique

Funds increase, I'll exceed your net's peak

Front of me, I'll Jet Li your head piece

Full bred beast, peep how I finesse these

When I speak on the mic, their stress deep

Your dialect's cheap to this finely dressed chief

They dress me by Guess tees, the fresh sneaks

No successor known to pencil acts

Yeah, whatever, yo, it's simple math

My cerebral blessing beats

Equals sets of fleets are reaped to rest in peace

Achieve a pedigree of a scofflaw with top-notch poetics

Let my thoughts jot with Chop Top's genetics

Hear y'all talk since hip-hop's locked in wreckage

Tears drop, your career's stop clock I set it, dead it