End Of Days lyrics

My rap defy injury
I set the standard of nice so high
Once i'm in heaven, 143,000 dead denied entry
Canopy candidly, Vakill single handedly amputated hip hop from humanity
Til every emcees a stan fan of me
Let the world can sleep and it's curtains for the canopy
Everytime light bulbs pop over my head
The roaches running across the dark halls of my sanity so
You stuck with two options
You can swallow your pride and hand me dap or watch your family clap
Competitions like parking spots, good one's hard to find
Everything else is handicapped homey
He vice versa, i'm a nice verser
They only good for one nice line in every verse they invent
Liver ran through my saliva glands
With the sole purpose of turning every hood to ash like the first day of lent
The earth comatose last time the king viewed it
Bring units when mandible sling fluid
Y'all can't be serious
Vakill't like columbians sittin in a serpent
My name has a dope ring to it
My range one step toward tomorrow
A new world order, miter or flower
Spit harder than a boxer with piss in his water bottle
The second coming with a sperm count so high
Girls grab a tube before they swallow

Hook 2x
The end of the beginning is kill
Dominion is mine, the world don't stop spinning until
Who should oppose, i'm bendin' his will
Put ten in his grill, it's not a game, the ending is real

Some emcees I should have been blazed by now
Talkin' that front page murder
You couldn't make head last with raised eyebrows
Traditional hip hop is beatin' a dead horse
One more posted on the internet
Tilt your bed forwards, head when I send a threat
Cause hell hath no fury strick his mind
Got disillusioned statements a hypocrisy of the sickest cat
In this life, sad makers on strike
While holdin' them shit stuffin picket lines
Not everything that's abstract is comin' from out the woodwork of skill
Or the circa skill
The underground circuits a circus field with bodies i'ma leave hangin from trees
Like blair witch stick figures in burketts field
I'm above niggas with affinity, I spit the trinity
So you up against trio odds and losin' in a godormous cleo cards
The sickest emcees is beneath me
Snappin' under my nuts like leotards
I'm vy hyphen violentist, pen a ma'am and a violinist
With straight razors at your trachea
Half postal worker, half terrabus anthrax biochemist
I'm the sickest pushin the envelope please
Born nice, i'm Dionysis, dyin' nicest lack
I keep a head full of ass in a wine cooler
Most portable line ruler in a class by myself
Like a bitched up two Manhattan to Columbine shooters

Hook 4x