Beast Mode Evolved

I heard it all, and all you rappers ain't shit Stare into your wide eyes on some David Blaine shit Take your insides, outside and see it stain brick If you can't handle the real, just kill yourself and rage quit Yeah bitch I'm ceremonially dangerous Like ammonia mixed with angel dust serotonin in your razor cuts You couldn't survive a moment in the cage with us Your brain concussed will wake you up like a tasers touch if you brave enough Spit fire Saint cold with the pen You chase the dragon when you listen verbal opium den Hit you with flows that's so explosive it's too close to defend Keep skulls and bones of those that oppose to show to my friends Yeah Pop hoes out my circle like a bowling ball Beat the beat into submission this is beast mode evolved You in, bleached overalls I'm in the streets overall I'm leaving 'em hunched over if they reach load and draw I hack opponents behind a curtain like voter fraud Leave 'em in a box leaking call it leach protocol Since haystacks and eight tracks I got the coldest bars My genome can be traced straight back to the older Gods If you told your fans you the best, you told them wrong Don't make me demonstrate the pros and cons and woes of broken arms Fuck your coat of arms my guns are sleeves don't get rolled up on Bars packed with venom dead 'em then I'm like a cobras jaw And I ain't perfect but murder words how this sinner rhymes Anywhere the competition gathers it's like dinner time From analog tape deck to mp3 digitized They hypnotized to not recognize the real like I'm in disguise And I ain't saying I ain't never wore a mask heavy In a bad setting I am deadly how they brand Freddy My paragraphs carry wrath so have your cash ready If money is owed I'm ugly and cold like the last yeti Perfect, a great victory for Cobra, perhaps too perfect...