[Killasha]   The invincible huh? Yeah ya'll be seein it   It is what it is indeed Stoupie   Ya'll be knowin huh? Let 'em know      [Ikon the Hologram aka Vinnie Paz]      Hold the device tight, when it's time for a mic fight   You're a pagan tryin to battle someone who's Christ-like   The precise knight that smash you with a white pipe   Left you bleeding into the ocean under the night's light   Oh you hype right? Well meet the soul benders   Cop that or get shot at like goaltenders   You roll benches till playin fear was fair game   Ya'll got fucked up like sex on an airplane   That's why we can't change, we just ill   We blow trees, sip Ole E's and spit real   The clip's filled with the wraith that Cain saw   Then I slash with a leather mask and chainsaw   That's why the brain's raw, that's why your veins pour   That's why you copped my shit nine times at the same store   That's why you Entered the Dragon and got slashed   And that's why the Hologram counting up cash. What!?      Hook 2x   *scratches*   "Lookin for rappers who wanna battle"   "Don't seem to understand that I'm just that bad"   "The underground rapper who's wreckin"   "Whatever ya want yo, whatever ya like"      [Killasha]   Holocaust, rap javelin toss Killasha's the boss   I take what's yours, pour poison in your pores   I'm down for the cause my nigga, not "because"   My soul wasn't made to be lost, stop for the pause   I play 48 minutes hard without the calls   Slicin elbows through ya jaw, need I say more?   Facinating with 44s and foul whores   Large gram cookups, and the ill drug scores   My captivating verses, that'll open all doors   I soar like a condor ready for war, fuck the law!   *sample*   (distorted)...."raindrops on the ground"      Hook 1x      [Jus Allah]   Ominous leave your brain matter painted on ya Stainmaster   Game of Death motherfucker we draft ya, semi-autograph ya   Keepin L's lit, sendin pellets through helmets   Shells hit, you and the fag you share a cell with   Takin niggas out thier element rhyme fighters   Divine writers, time travellers, Sliders   Pale niggas act jail lifers   Who tell the active nail biters with the 12s in thier diapers   Shoes never walk nor land, explore land   I expose my scrolls and code it in Fortran   Bullets graze ya wig kid, brushes with death   I let the iron clutch grip the bones in ya flesh   Playin on ya wrist like strings on a violin   Dyin in a blood pool wrestlin Leviathan   Fuckin wit Gods, Jedi Mind Tricks   Ya'll suckas like niggas born without dicks      *scratches till end*