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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Modenine
Modenine
Performer
Teck-Zilla
Teck-Zilla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Modenine
Modenine
Songwriter
Canibus
Canibus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Teck-Zilla
Teck-Zilla
Producer

Lyrics

Haha its Modenine baby Teck-Zilla on the beat Can-I-Bus let's go Crisis music weapons, grey tool kit I am the ilumin, I'm SuperHuman I fire man carry my wounded Low bearing vest surgically attached to my chest, no bullshit Assassin utensils fastened down to scrap metal The Rebel survive past the last level The concubines of the devil laugh and heckle Sucking my hairy pickle massaging my testicules She knows that I'm reputable superhuman protector Truth In Humanity I protected her too They don't deserve my verses Shameless centre cursed since birth I deserve to explore inner earth Sunrise when I emerge round the warf solar flare burst Cold air inverted on the surface Dawn till dusk Canibus breath cosmic dust My limestone lungs cannot rust Modenine to my left, Mark Deez to my right Shoulder to shoulder, hold your position to fight In the dark aisle of war burns bright We return at night confirm the strike knight Visit the sons light The barbarians versus Christ The last wars at hand the souls of man Are gored in the sand Prepare for the lord to land Volcanism is increased as we plan for a global expanse Evolution of the plants last call last chance to dance The human being must die to advance Crisis music weapons grey tool kit I am the ilumin I'm superhuman I'm a Super human, I'm feeling so invincible Relying on the principles of everything I spit for you The living Bruce lee is still in action You about to get your ass kicked, we making a classic I abide by the code of Hammurabi Scribbling rhymes In Acadian, an eye for an eye Babylon laws be careful not to cypher with the bad guys (We) multiply move like the Anunnaki I'm cocky, coming around your girl like porno bukkake's Black Nucky make her sucky ducky back wheeling Redbone turning blue must be the black feeling slash superhuman sexual healing Without the white coat clip board stethoscope Without swearing the Hippocratic oath I'm goat you scape goat Azazel Slap lettuce on your beef and put it in my bagel Bad manners eating with my elbows on the table I'm a problem with the lethal rhymes Go search beyond the equal sign if you looking for answers and free your mind Can nobody beat the 9 totting Rebel with the myth sword Guarding my reputation with a shield gun and pitchfork Blame it on Robert Greene's fifth law Sith Lord Darth Vader with the mic laser Pythagorean gallelion the star gazer Bar raiser put two in your pink vest Great minds converge setting off the think fest Mode, Mark and Bis too much to in-jest You on level one, we done saving the princess Hit you in Your chin chest, kick you in your private region Don't ramp with the legendary rhyme legion A group of super soldiers ready to attack Leave you in a poisonous box like Shrodingers cat I'm a Super human, I'm feeling so invincible Relying on the principles of everything I spit for you The living Bruce lee is still in action You about to get your ass kicked, we making a classic Teck-Zilla, Canibus, Modenine With Mark Deez, we emcee, we burst rhymes Its our time, evacuate the premises God mode lyricist, you know that you feeling this
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