Issue No 194 Maximum Frequency Lyrics
Maximum Frequency by Issue No. 194
(Verse)
Let's get one thing crystal clear
I am not here to play with your feelins or save your career
My statements severe like razor edges on a paper veneer
Cut through exteriors cleaner than windex on a mirror
I'm non violent, the only bullets I spray are lyrically based
My only kills are egos so technically you're physically safe
But I'm bipolar, one minute
I'm soberly playin' the role of a poet
And after an hour I'm drunk off my power and loudly proclaimin' my prowess
And how incredible it is though
I'll let you marvel a minute cause
I've gone rogue and opposin' my rivals and every writer that's in attendance
You know the name they call me S-A- ROC
I be low ridin' them beats like how them esses rock
My intro is like a thesis and then my essay start
Yell amandla fo Madiba down in S.A.
(Hook: Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check x2)
Drop it, homeboy, but yo flow sound used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
(Verse 2)
What's a rapper to a certified mastodon?
Trample through yo garden leave some bars fo ya to sample from
I been classic since the first verse I spat onto some wax
Tyrannosaurus rexed my foes just like Jurassic, son
Eff a punch line, I stick and move with written jewels
Mind is like a mine of conflict free diamonds
Cause I'm at peace with the beast I'm unleashin' onto the mic piece
I'm comin' fo blood and yall lil tenderonis a nice piece
See I'm at war with the walkin' dead, just call me grimes
Or call me grimy, I get gutta and start seein' red
When they pass the headphones and I start spittin' lines that sparked in my head
A live wire, I electrify this game
Have these rap jawns in white gloves testifyin' their shame
Hear me once and its over, voice etched inside of yo brain
Like pesticides to a roach
I'm raidin' yo nervous system so next time I'm in the booth yo face
Will start nervous twitchin' u pitch a fit from the shit
I emit from my out of lips
I will grand mal seize any reason to pry yo cold and resistant fingers
Off the gold and pose on top of the podium
Show my hands and y'all holdin' em
Too busy tryna to poker, she focused on flippin' queens and
Y'all busy playin' the joker
I will out rhyme, out prime, and eventually out shine ya
And after yo reign is over I will straight chalk outline ya, my G
(Hook: Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check x2)
Drop it, homeboy, but yo flow sound used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
(Verse 3)
Y'all could spit a few bars, I spit suns, moons, and stars
Go nuclear, split a nucleus by soupin' up my grammar
Make duplicates of the future jump in the booth and go anakin
Turn to the dark side when y'all talkin' sideways
Use the force of my voice to assault ya fo five days
Then start on yo weak ends like this was a Friday
No McD's I'm a vegan and havin' it my way!
Hit up them pressure points like tai chi
Ya feelin' rah rah then go ham and try me. But I'm a purist mc
Out yo league like ivy, I self law and master then emasculate these beats
Dress em up with some impressive vocabs then murder em mark it's identity with a toetag
Leave the scene like a legend, souvenir in my tote bag
Cause we on the low bout to overthrow yo regime
I'm in the studio cookin' with bae, ask yasin
(Hook scratch)
Let's get one thing crystal clear
I am not here to play with your feelins or save your career
My statements severe like razor edges on a paper veneer
Cut through exteriors cleaner than windex on a mirror
I'm non violent, the only bullets I spray are lyrically based
My only kills are egos so technically you're physically safe
But I'm bipolar, one minute
I'm soberly playin' the role of a poet
And after an hour I'm drunk off my power and loudly proclaimin' my prowess
And how incredible it is though
I'll let you marvel a minute cause
I've gone rogue and opposin' my rivals and every writer that's in attendance
You know the name they call me S-A- ROC
I be low ridin' them beats like how them esses rock
My intro is like a thesis and then my essay start
Yell amandla fo Madiba down in S.A.
(Hook: Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check x2)
Drop it, homeboy, but yo flow sound used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
(Verse 2)
What's a rapper to a certified mastodon?
Trample through yo garden leave some bars fo ya to sample from
I been classic since the first verse I spat onto some wax
Tyrannosaurus rexed my foes just like Jurassic, son
Eff a punch line, I stick and move with written jewels
Mind is like a mine of conflict free diamonds
Cause I'm at peace with the beast I'm unleashin' onto the mic piece
I'm comin' fo blood and yall lil tenderonis a nice piece
See I'm at war with the walkin' dead, just call me grimes
Or call me grimy, I get gutta and start seein' red
When they pass the headphones and I start spittin' lines that sparked in my head
A live wire, I electrify this game
Have these rap jawns in white gloves testifyin' their shame
Hear me once and its over, voice etched inside of yo brain
Like pesticides to a roach
I'm raidin' yo nervous system so next time I'm in the booth yo face
Will start nervous twitchin' u pitch a fit from the shit
I emit from my out of lips
I will grand mal seize any reason to pry yo cold and resistant fingers
Off the gold and pose on top of the podium
Show my hands and y'all holdin' em
Too busy tryna to poker, she focused on flippin' queens and
Y'all busy playin' the joker
I will out rhyme, out prime, and eventually out shine ya
And after yo reign is over I will straight chalk outline ya, my G
(Hook: Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah!! Got You All in Check x2)
Drop it, homeboy, but yo flow sound used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
(Verse 3)
Y'all could spit a few bars, I spit suns, moons, and stars
Go nuclear, split a nucleus by soupin' up my grammar
Make duplicates of the future jump in the booth and go anakin
Turn to the dark side when y'all talkin' sideways
Use the force of my voice to assault ya fo five days
Then start on yo weak ends like this was a Friday
No McD's I'm a vegan and havin' it my way!
Hit up them pressure points like tai chi
Ya feelin' rah rah then go ham and try me. But I'm a purist mc
Out yo league like ivy, I self law and master then emasculate these beats
Dress em up with some impressive vocabs then murder em mark it's identity with a toetag
Leave the scene like a legend, souvenir in my tote bag
Cause we on the low bout to overthrow yo regime
I'm in the studio cookin' with bae, ask yasin
(Hook scratch)