Quadzilla and 199666 album lyrics

Like I said they just can’t see me

Try to be me

Try to see the many styles of the P-B

Back again with ‘D’ but really

I’m just a nigga doe

I grab the microphone and bust a poem

Knowing that the rap title I be holdin

And skills relate to the mindstate you in

So don’t be asking what to do

I thought you knew

You grab the mic and bust a freestyle there

Unless you got the paper

Or rhymes memorized in the cranium

I bring em

The loose leaf

You got some beef?

I’ll write about it and put it on tape

Sucka tryna be real nigga gets you none

You get the gun - my mic is my nine

And the length of my rhymes is how I tell time

Fools vanish in existence and pout

Phatboy on the mic

You know what I’m about

Lyrics:

Erectifically I may be the best scientifiically

The possiblity of chaos

Is lost when the massacre of disaster strikes

With the mic I cause mass desruction

Never bluffin who ya fuckin?

The industry that’s right bitch

Underground much talented

Unleashed with the peace

Yes, the gun

Cause common gets you none

So we will have none of this nonsense

Find your sixth sense to be elevated as we are

Stars - yes we’re famous

The penis needs stimulation

But ration your skills rookie player

Not a first timer - but a slayer

Chop up rhymes is what I’ll do with no hesitation

There is no need for contemplation

And you’ll find that we’re phat we’re phat

We could never be wack

And if you go for that, then we’ll be back

Underground Dwellers with another phat track.

Shit was real

And it still is

Bout to do dis like Brutus

Strickly buisiness

Is how we kick this

Waterfall like flow

And never knowin when my rhymes is gonna end

I’m suspended in gravity

When comparing me to those who said they tried but lied

I’m gonna try to hold my peace

Others decease when they step to the stage

I’m like in a rage, but still gettin paid

So how could they say it would not last

Motherfuckers kiss my ass

Potential fuck that I ain’t wit all that crap

I’m wit da flav, da bitches, da ends

Rollin in a benz

Shouts to my friends, my potnas , my crew with all the clout

Phatboy in the house and I’m out without a doubt.

The sickness

The thoughts I feel lost

I tend to wander off

Into a horrific trance of mindstate

Where people can’t masturbate because their hands are made of blades

So bitch fights are hellish and bloody

When they slap, flesh flies leavin people cruddy

You have journeyed into the twilight zone in my thinkin

Players don’t hit the Ol E, its the blood that they drinkin

All exists is the demonism

All good gets put to hell and we dwell in the cell call Earth

Can’t escape the rebirth of the Universe

As the Sun grows close, our flesh burns to toast

The rain starts feeling like acid on an open wound

Where the fuck is the original tomb

You’re all doomed with devilish plots

I’m out with the insane thoughts

Flowin hmm hmm, I got the mic charred

Straight up I’m hard

Shit hotter than volcanic magma

Style complicated like a mathmatic parabola

Rhymes funk long like my shlong

I bring it on

Others simplistic as Atari Ping Pong

Scream hmm

When I hear wack shit I wanna take a crap

Your rap will never be like mine

And I take succession in the rap session

Capital P rhymin the phatness

Rhyma dimin

My cuz D is the Don

Peace to Carol City and Compton

THE PROPHECY

As I enter the PSI Dimension
Is when I make a Quantum connection
About my afterlife
Or was it before
Displayed was the turf that I would explore
First was the yes or no
Would you like to have a new shot
On ya life, on ya life, a new one
Cause you are the sun
The son of god
The one you can't see just believe
But believe ya must
Must you see the future of the Earth ones
You'll be place in a time of revolution
Ideas and spheres
Of groups of sapiens uprising against each one
My son, my son, can you fix it, can you see
I give you the three theories of ESP
Clairvoyance, precognition, and telepathy
Use them wisely
Make sure you don't fall to the evil one
You know who that be
Now here's a choice of lives you can lead
So far as I have seen I have chosen right
Using the capacity of mind over might
I may die physically, but my soul shall live eternally
The Prophecy

TORMENTED SOULS

Dumbfounded

Completely Surrounded

By a gate that I can't seem to break through

What to do

Where to go

I just don't know

But the upheaval

Of brain deteriorations

Fetal complications

Experienced for a second lifetime

Am I in my right mind?

Time is relative

In the space occupied by the struggled

Just pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

I wonder if in death shall I rest

For the test

That hence was bestowed upon

Confined to a song

That paid life's toll

In a black hole

A tormented soul

Post-Mortem Illness

Notwithstanding the creator

Greater

Quarrels and warfare

On the contrary

Treachery shall play a prominent part

In the destruction of a future emperor

Who will be condemned to a living death

Never rest on his cold hearted soul

It was told if it came time to fold

Pushin that button naw

Defying Tesla and Newtons law

Levitationalizing

Innocence turned hapless violence

While leveling the seven day struggle

Marketing the speciological

Salvation for survival

Arival of the terrestrial

Once universally known

What shall be owned

Public outry

Slash panic

Manic

Once and for all

The truth will be exalted

Last shall be his life with no confess

One asked for bless

Endless

Post-Mortem Illness

My brain animated to a state of illness

Post-Mortem watch me kill this

Tragedy shall play a part of struggle

With the souls of others I may juggle

The grim darkness overspreads the earth

Looking at death for what it's worth

But the painful sight of tranquility deceives me

Leaving minds suspended, minds uneasy

Advancing beyond the boundaries of life

Never coming one with the sacrificial knife

Gradually approaching the unknown beauty

Following the sounds of soul that sooth me

The soul that shall confine us of alone

Alone on the earth - the unknown

But the brute, obscure and lonely

Haunted by the ill angels only

But the thought you cannot banish

The breath of god will never vanish

By the dismissal of the trained in the pool

What dwells - the devils and ghouls

But soon they will all learn this

Living in the post-mortem illness

Once lives a man who puts his life to rest

Unfullfilled

The post-mortem illness