Necromancer Romantic - The White Shadow, Canibus, Guilty Smiles

Yeah

Yeah

Canibus, Guilty Smiles

The Alice Game

Hip hop will never sound the same

Yo

Pass the gravy, royalty dances masquerading

Knight from the last crusade is sane but actin' crazy

Rap amazing

You wanna combat?

The master’s waiting

You swear that you’re better than me?

I’m past debating

Smiles and Bis, the blackest mages

Crafting pages, rhyming from the grimoires

Necronomicon in the application

Fascination when I burn the stage down

Amaze crowds, quick draw Holliday, say when?

Well I say now

I’m your Huckleberry, drunk piano player, aim and shoot it

If you came to do it

Make you the past like ancient druids

Casting fire, necromancer magic

Blasting your entire squad

Telepathic bending iron bars with the might of Gods

Deeper than the sight of stars, if you fly to Mars

My minds a bomb, explosions that destroy entire songs

I am honorably mentioned

I have marketing attention

I could spit more bars than a Department of Corrections

A bar for every second, after the end it will go silent

And when I’m dead in the grave I’ll be a ghost writer

War fighters attack, stand your ground

Circumstance said «strike from the back to mask the sound»

Romance the crowd, dance with the Queen on sacred ground

Hi Alice, all of the games have made me proud

It’s a strange world we live in

Watchya making now?

Moving divisions of maps consulted by Eva Braun

Drop it like a bunker buster

I don’t feel I can trust her

Mustard gas from the Russian bombs sampled as percussion

Ask my brothers;

vodka and soda, cash and comfort

You can keep all your radio spots, I ask for nothin'

This is ominous, bars that I spit are beyond monsterous

But A&R's sponsorship is based only on politics

I’m not certain, I’m positive

One word could accomplish it — moronic

Your main stream is beyond the preposterous

Necromancer Romantic, spitting this classic

Beyond monsterous

Fuck around with Rip

Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin'

What the fuck you wanna do now boy?

Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad

Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster

Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law

Hip hop will never sound the same

I’m a new-age nation creation, and Guilty Smile an inspiration for every living

derivative of human nature

Human or animal, alien, formal or casual;

true story hallucinatory or magical

Battle-you attitude, improve a microphone aptitude

Tools I use to take it to back to school

True beluga whale brain cells, blue-man supercomputer Homosapien male

Crazy as hell

Powered by Intel, for real

I save struggled rap by the bell

I wrote his name on a cartridge with a thousand shells

On a cold mountain slope, dual eyepiece for a scope

«Don't miss».

«Muthafucka', I won’t!»

The eye o' the sniper

Transfix, zoom in tighter

The hammer click, feelin' hyper than viper bitin' the mystery writer

Black iris, rap Osiris grip the mic 'till I get arthritis

Javelin-tooth tiger with bronchitis

Gold bars from King Midas come in all sizes

Prince Pyro’s saliva could start forest fires

The borders are private when ten thousand bars are united

I’m 'bout to show you a quarter and get you all excited

Hip-Hop is my bitch, so don’t even try it

Don’t deny it, Canibus with Guilty Smiles wylin'

Pig Latin assassin, born in a dirty log cabin

We live off acid, termites, and aspirin

Rolling up that zigzag, mad niggas is laughin', we old school but what we

spitting is classic

Paper or plastic?

Necromancer Romantic

Roaming frantic, Cracker Barrel apparel with a fat ass bitch

Cooking hash browns and grits

Fuck around with Rip?

I’ll hunt you down with bloodhounds and ticks

With Lyme disease, flies and fleas, you can’t see, collide with trees

My Marines piss on emcees

Pine-Sol colored, thought the crime was solved but it wasn’t

Got sawed in half by a psychopath SAW gunner

Rusty ass metal melt rubber, motherfuckin' food for the buzzards

Dirty Harry’s my brother and I’m his ugly cousin

Whistling Dixie, get up there and grip that fifty

My breath stink, my mustache smell fishy

Tell Nikki that her pussy is squishy, she gettin' money, she pretty

I’m still livin' like a bum in the city

Skid Row skinny, but still get busy

Look me up on Wiki

If ripping beats is a crime I’m guilty

You put a quarter in my cup?

It’s a rizzy

Y’all niggas know what it is, fuck with me

Guilty Smiles, Rip the Jacker, don’t need no more back up

When we on the track you gettin' wrapped up

Dynamite alloys, salty ass soy sauce cowboys

What the fuck you gonna do now boy?!

Foul Ball, Guilty Smiles, clear it out y’all

Around here we the lyrical law

Necromancer Romantic, spitting this classic

Beyond monsterous

Fuck around with Rip

Canibus and Guilty Smiles wylin'

What the fuck you wanna do now boy?

Necromancer magic, blasting your entire squad

Burn the stage down, drop it like a bunker buster

Necromancer Romantic, the lyrical law

Hip hop will never sound the same