Astral Traveling - CZARFACE, MF DOOM, Vinnie Paz

Metal Face, Pazienza

Look:

The one thing I learned from Eazy is be ruthless

The bullets balls of fire like Jerry Lee Lewis

The waist-line and shoulder strap is three Rugers

Them jump-out boys’d vic you, you’d be shoeless

Listen, you’d better listen to rules

Or this british bulldog gon' rip through your jewels

Now his tail between his leg and he lickin' his wounds

I’m a Cus D’Amato acolyte, I stick 'em then move

I rip 'em in two, I show 'em what the biscuit’ll do

Money shoulda done the opposite and listened to you

I’m dissin' you too, you do the shit a pigeon would do

Because bein' a rapper ain’t something you fit to pursue

He Mister Magoo, this blind dummy couldn’t see the sentinel

My dick go in and out of holes like it’s an exit wound

The left strong like the bolsheviks and socialists

My goons bloodthirsty, they will rush ya like the Soviets

Yo, astral traveling

«Wow—»

Raw, boy

«The tracks go off in this direction»

«It's the metal!»

Without a doubt

Yo, FACECZAR

Yo, I’m a modern day Gil Scott-Heron

Headin' down Fury Road with Charlize Theron

No question, OJ and lemon into Effen

Partially wrecked, I’m on the set, see me one-two steppin'

Punks jump up to get beat down

And they ain’t turn on the light so turn the beat down

Have a seat clown, you ain’t even in my echelon

Every hero’s in peril, the first weapon’s drawn

I hear the plague was money, sex and violence

Ya’ll doomed, I’m immune to the virus

MF Czar—we the antidote

I’ll probably die before they realize that I am the GOAT

Deck’s impeccable, World Class Wreckin' Cru

We ain’t do no dirt together, so I don’t mess with you

I draft IPAs, that’s special brew

This rap’s the victory lap, I’m so ahead of you

«And we don’t like I-N-S, he’s too lyrical»

Yeah I’m deep blue sea, stay in your kiddie pool

Wonder how I don’t dumb it down

But still get checks, checkin' in another town, yeah

I blacks out like Donald Sterling

Known to make great magic like the wand of Merlin

Yo, I don’t Snapchat, that’s what fans do

I been ill since kangaroos and Ked shoes

Rebel 24−7, I rep Wu

High on a Friday with Smokey and Craig, fool

My powers are incredible and astonishing

Yours are—uh—

—mental

«We aways—» keeps the raw

Mental

Keeps the raw

Mad Max make your own apocalypse

Poppin' shit with the politics of Gregg Popovich

Lock your lips queer, yeah I thought I told 'em

They try to get to the bag, I think that mean the scrotum

Let me decode 'em, unload 'em and show them the true power

They talk about the lyrics, them raps, they ain’t wrote 'em

To dead a hater is second nature like steppin' off an escalator

Plus I’m holdin' a thermal detonator

Fly flow, Disaster like Tommy Wiseau

But still got fans leapin' out their Nissan

Like «Eso, you a beast, mon!»

Tell me shit I don’t know

It’s like going toe-to-toe with Finn Bálor and Samoa Joe

You mad shook, fuckin' with you, now that’s a bad look

Cut a rapper up like a scratch hook

Sorry, let out an epic laugh

As I’m etchin' graph on your epitaph, deadly clash

Weapons flash, I’m forever first, you’re forever last

You playin' chess with somebody with a checkered past

You’ll never pass my flow

You hangin' on to old beefs but I’m past it though

These gorgeous ladies wanna wrestle like the cast of GLOW

So I cop a feel kinda like a magic show

No no, I can’t say that

G-O-D ridin' out with the CZARFACE, sayin', «Man, play that»

«Astral travelin'»

Astral-what?