Inutilis: LIMINAL lyrics

[Verse 1: LUCIDD]
You don’t wanna mess with me
I will rap 'til the day I rest in peace
I’m a liminal b*tch hovering over the scene
And making waves, pumping my brain full of ecstasy
When I stutter on bars, that's negative aura
I c- c- c- can't find any benefits forging my own career
I suppose I’ll close down my own recope vows at lowest don't show out but
Well, maybe I can work on my album
But nah, I got plenty of time
I can amount myself a bit, since I dont plan to quit
I’ll just take a little break like I’ve done for months and months and months
If I gain more confidence, I'll rap for months
And make a decision, I'm finna go fast for fun
And if I treasurе my inner being and let mysеlf loose
Then maybe chopping won't erode my teeth like Captain Crunch
Take the cig ignite the lighter, shove it down your wind pipe
Before I suffocate you with a microfiber lens wipe
(Is this dude insane?)
Yuh, you ever ate silica gel beads before? That sh*t tastes like pop rocks (Yeah it does)
If you're ever wondering why time is so slow
Your Sloppy Seconds finna Knock Your Block Off
Fine, what is the purpose of rapping so fast if you can’t understand them?
Yeah, that's a good point, but all of these archived forums, you’re throwing a tantrum
It’s too easy to crack the code, when you’re a ratman last to show
All of what you got in one go and that’s a reference
A sinster reminder that your IP is mine
Kal Paseo, you a b*tch
[Verse 2: Liquiid Vortex]
Coming in back around and I’ma kill 'em the sound
Bringing 'em down
Snakes bringing the doubts, I put 'em in the ground
Hacking 'em up, I f*ck 'em up, you know that I’ma gut em up
And I don’t really give a f*ck, a demon in the bounds
I ain't goin' for the clouds, b*tch, I’m headed down south
You went to look for the devil, b*tch, I found him in the barrel
Don’t believe the paranormal, there’s a ghost, look at him now
f*ck whatever they talkin' about, I'm shaking and breaking the underground
I’m tripping 'em out, got 'em thinking about the moment they be tapping 'em out
I’m stabbing 'em in their sh*t, diggin' apart your hearts now
Mash out 'til they black out, pass out, you better back down
Man down 'til the countdown
They be thinking I’ma lose, making you motherf*ckers move
Hit 'em with syllables, supersonic with the boom
Thinking that they do, cut 'em into two
Chucking a deuce, look into gloom, keepin' the cool, sick in the stu'
f*ck it, I’m breaking 'em loose, I’m dogging 'em out, I’m walking 'em out
The sh*t you shoulda thought about, ain’t lookin' for a part of pound
You know that I want farther gone, it’s the head I want about
I don’t care if we falling out, motherf*cker, they gon' get it now
Domestic terrorism, pull the pin, and dive into the crowd
Incendiary ammo, hot links when they clink
Motherf*ckers gonna be leaking, I ain’t talking 'bout a sink
When I come up on the spot
You don’t gotta worry if I’ma do my sh*t or not
Bust out the machete, put your head up on the block
They be ducking heads 'cause they thought it was a Glock, yeah
f*ck it I’m bringing the doom, motherf*ckers don’t got a clue
Jammin' the katana in your roof, I be doing what I do
[Verse 3: DOWN6]
Gravity ripped from beneath
A cavern with shadows that smile with teeth
I ravage the scraps to keep snacks for the fien, I gnaw through reality's hazardous dreams
Enact a state of madness when climbing ladders up towards to heavens
Lord is begging not to be bothered by a real sinful peasant
South East rappin', I be stepping to beats etching
Thee message, squashing the beef and then release pleasant
Code red, hoe dead, exterminate the block up in the instant
Burning the record and terminate anyone tryna be stepping to kill, b*tch
Dictate what the future ancestors will see
Leaving imprints like Jay-Z
Wisdom isn't granted at ya birth, you better f*cking earn it
Roam around the city doused in kerosene, the act concerning
Light the match and drag it on my skin and then commence to burning
Not even the holiest water'll put me out, the furnace hot and cooking
Brought this methodical, problematic mission
Lacking what matters to keep the habit on an honest vision
I probably puff a spliff when I roll in the du GUMP, I’m pimping
A couple a loaded clips, I mean a MAG and the goat be hissing
Blood up on the jacket, by the boat
Alabama river where they float
Travel, run away out to the coast
Weighing every ounce after shows
What is up with all this f*cking smoke?
Golden, molded by the essence of
Chosen gods, hiding through the f*cking shrubs
I settle beneath the dirt
Breaking apart at the coffin and walk out to Hell and make the chasm worse
Devoted to this curse
[Verse 4: Toku Mei]
When my brother told me to give up, I was adamant
He was saying only producers get any cash in this
Dealing an ultimatum stating to work for dad again
Because when he's gonna take over, he ain't gonna give a another chance again
I told him I don't need it, I knew he wouldn't believe in me
Spitting out from the heart to the beat and have it repeated
The grievance, I couldn't beat it 'til speakin' up on a beat did
But having family's approval was something I never needed to be raw
Like Hopsin knockin' with madness
So, girl, better drop the box like new caskets
In any way, I pop and lock with who dancing
And take away the spot you rock like flu flamming
They got a song to drop, but who's asking?
You're better off to pop a squat with loose napkins
It's not the bars you drop when you rapping
It's literally the bar you've dropped with you rappin'
(Get it?)
Cause I got a style to recognize
Flow like the river of Nile when shredding by
Used to be vile to some when I sketched a rhyme
Now they entitled for sums 'cause I'm getting by
Used to be friends in the drain like they Pennywise
Now I got snap tryna show me the memories like
I wanna see it, delete it when steppin'
Like what's in the past cannot anchor in present time, nah!
That ain't what I'ma give into when I'm stronger than class A-1
They can all lick on my balls, know the shaft stays up
While I facetime my therapist like "Man, hey look"
I'll leave his damn face shook like woah
Get off my phone
Like when y’all talkin' about "I'm packin' a MAC and I'm bringin' a-" No!
Y'all better be taking your backida-backida-backida-backida ass home
f*ck an SPS and your wackity wack flow, motherf*cker

[Verse 5: Undead Ronin]
Aye
b*tch I heard a lot of you
Wanted to put yo hands up on my soul
Because I’m burdened with glorious purpose
I’m taking a f*cking seat at the end of time
When I’m over this
I got no way to give up
Cause the demons telling me
The feeding nearing
Do not Talk to me
The chitter inside of my mind
When I’m breaking the line
I’m not stopping for any alliance
Cutting myself wit the athame
Summon the devil
And tell him I’m takin him up on the war
Between the heavens
Leading fiends and demons
To the pearly gates of god
Better know yo place
Or imma spill yo f*cking blood

You ain't wanna f*ck with me
Partial to blowing ya little brains out
And empty the clip
Before I even ask a thing
Happily bury the body
Under the ground with the shotty
Raising em back you a zombie
Waiting for the night so I can March on these bustas

Wit a Wakizashi
Unknown cause of death
Determined at the autopsy
I’m hardly living
While my body burning in balefire
Screaming the damning words
Of the Necronomicon
And letting my body free from all this
Call to the void and say
“Let me be free”

KNOW YOUR PLACE
SPEAKING TO ME
IS A PRIVILEGE
I’LL SHOW YOU YO FATE
DYING IN THE FIELD
WIT A BULLET IN YO CRANIUM
BLEEDING OUT WATCHING MEMORIES
FLASHING BEFORE YOUR EYES
SCYTHE IN MY HAND
PREPARE FOR DEATH
MAGICKAL BEINGS BRING FAMINE
WE TORTURE HUMANITY
WE NEVER REST
TILL THE WICKED ARE UNDERNEATH
6 FEET DEEP
BOUND FOR ETERNITY

LETTING LOOSE THE BEAST WITHIN
DEVOUR ALL WHO SEEK THE THRONE
THEY WANTING ME TO FALL
BUT I WONT
WHEN IM TAKING BACK MY POWER
LEAVIN THESE PUSSIES IN MY SHADOW
WITH NO DOUBT
THIS IS THE END
FOR YO FAMILY
OH
YOU f*ck WITH THE KULT
THEN WE EATIN YO SOUL HOE
CHAIN UP YO CARCASS
WITH YO OWN INTESTINES
UNTIL THE RIGOR MORTIS SETS IN
NOW I ENDULGE

[Verse 6: Transcendentem]
Raw dog ‘em all with pyroclastic flow
With the knife or the scythe, the choppers will go
We are doper than God with the grace, gonna make a bloody face
Sober with the f*cking mocha, bring a tank to their base
Silly god, wish there was six on the illest
Muskrat for the kill, then burn ‘em with a grill
I have taken over one who can f*cking kick ass
Covered with a split second, it’s solved so fast
Leash on our enemies, the gods are going thirty
Breakin’ a jaw, intricate call, with the inutility
Better run away, b*tch, we will catch you from the back
You don’t know what it takes to get it on this track
I expect them to tryna get a higher damn spot
But we’re way too far ahead, so we let them rot
As a fast rap student, I am not a f*ckin’ king
Always say that I rap, cuz I never f*ckin’ sing
SPS Enjoyer, hope you’ll get on soon
And no matter what the f*ckin’ b*tches do, I’m here
Gotta pay soon, I will deal with that
Gonna clean the server, make sure there’s no rat
To my greatest teammates, show this to the gals
Just want them to know that I have succeeded
I miss ‘em so much, but I must go fly
And to the f*ckin’ cappers, say goodbye
Ought to be makin’ it fast and I’m breakin’ the record, I’m makin’ ‘em rest
Takin’ the Mac and I’m breakin’ ‘em off and I’m comin’ to comin’ to kill the beat
Packin’ a mic and I’m bringin’ it wickeder, makin’ a scene, so obscene
I’m on top, I’m the fastest now
(Sick in a fake and I’m big in wicked, comin’ and wreckin’ ‘em, givin’ a f*ck and I gone)
All you motherf*ckers gonna widen your eyes
Gonna make ‘em f*ckin’ hate me, go ahead and spread lies
Saying I’m not f*ckin’ rapping, you’re f*ckin’ retarded
If you think we’re done, we’ve only f*ckin’ started

[Verse 7: HI-SUNKO]
This prolly be sloppy, imma merc it, inadvertently turnin'
Flippin' it, makin' this sh*t, godly
Stick with lobotomy and put my di*k inside of Moxxie
As I'm topplin' a couple opponents, a mothef*cker
Better be the one on top of me now
"Oh wait, oh Nate, you're flows great!
But that's so gay!"
The f*ck what you want?! Yagikira with the gun
Bouta go ham, go ham, dumb d-d-d-d-d-duh
Never want to be on top, I'm a top gun bouta take lotta shots
‘Cause it be a lot fun hit em with a bullet
I be spraying they be laying dead
As I am dissin', man I'm gonna be winnin' and be crowned upon
Major Cloog, you a b*tch uh you prick, uh
You're tipped off to set on jail, you're a bit of rip off of kelly and EDP
Or that f*ckin’ man, Nihilist!
Beef but no fight
‘Cause you might crash in and you might crash out
And by the time I've killed it be coffin operating
Like Andy leyley mothaf*ckas better back down
I am mad now, not arouse
I'mma bash out canon event, a Miguel O'Hara you cannot bounce
Finna gonna be runnin' in the house like it's cat mouse
Never gonna be stoppin' when I'm boxing, you gon' black out
Never gonna be sane, since all night man
I'm totally insane in my whole life but hey
Man I got one than that lesbian Mistpirit b*tch she better go hide
As I pop upstairs, rock a lot of stages she stays locked down in her mom's basement, make Her go quiet like a hiatus, she prolly gonna' comment like "I HATE THIS!

[Verse 8: Lil Rapid Fire]
Sometimes I overdo it I just get so into it I was spitting fire bars and f*cking flowing through it only no one knew it
Making doper music than of those who’d choose to f*cking go and mute it I’m a broken nuisance to them but if Eminem heard me he would only shoot his
Shot at recruiting me I can say usually pac and the new emcees shocked as I do the beat in way you’ll just watch while producing me saying oh sh*t is he s’posed to lose it is mopping sh*t through with heat
It’s not a question it’s a f*cking statement
Bout to rough the pavement
B-b-blood is spraying c-c-cut like Jason
And you must be playing lots of games if you think I would bust the matrix
Now everyone telling me that they used to the fast sh*t
So I'ma spit faster than all of you for the last hit
Untouchable on the mic when I choose to go blasting
Incredibly decimating the few who talk mad sh*t
If anyone wanna battle me get wrecked
You send a diss to me that’ll mean spell death
You said that you want me toppin sh*t hoes loud
But every time that I’m choppin it slow down
Double a couple of syllables coming to breaking 'em off when I gotta burn 'em when I’m on the mic and I’m shaking the fake in the back and I’m buckin' 'em nuts chop 'em like bacon thinking I’m faking I’m clearing the room and I’m making 'em black out when I gotta be grabbing the gat in the back of the bag making 'em
Shut the f*ck up
Never will I finish until they’re f*ckin diminished
And winning it f*ckin killing sh*t villain concealing clips in your ceiling b*tch you don’t know me if you did you would realize I’m mad and tired of you hater now saddest liars for doubting the one and only LIL RAPID FIRE

[Verse 9: ODSTARCHENINGO]
Talkin’ bout efforts, aching up whenever the cold in us demands someone to come wanna break out into dominoes, summon a devil, the horrors are getting here, b*tch I can sink in it, p*ssed em off
Out of it, overlay cannabis sicken, I murder for the dumbest, someone ain’t covered, I’m coming to make it a full kind the bakers at morning, coming and making it full
Boutta put in my foot, I kill the pain, murder b*tches, have fun, can I burn it for the better vision, suck it up ain’t
Up on their foot, I sit there protect em, write the final , been sick, and I burn up for the candidates, hacking ticks, ever to settle with the full tamed
Take out my sets, summon it, the prison from center
Harder whenever the medicine, imma never to get up for the better
Think I burnt it when the supper get em when I’m foolin’ but the simple cadaver don’t put up for their percent can I bet ya found em, broke over-compression up to punches summon the game with a carving I face
Up with the haste
I’m under my seat carving off leveling coming and breaking the volcanoes, summon a gum and I’m wicked, I’m breaking then wink it off, I sever the grip when I make it the best
Could I break it, I’m wicked, I’m f*cking up, bugging the boogie that bringing the bigger new biggedon book it and bring it, the planet come pain can I pull can I planning on poking it making it mugging, I’m freaking a bringer that bigger the beat and I f*ck it up, aching em again, I’m picking dumb velcro’d down full kid, I broke it I book it, I’m walking on wickeder bringing the pain and I f*ck it I’m f*cking up hanging a painting I’m raining I’m banging a bullet I’m faking on f*cking on packing em, bigger new pick of the bowl
Ain’t nobody full, can I put a fortress, over again I’m bitter fill em when they said I can employ them, but I stood making em intimate I kill em middle of the voltage
Ain’t nobody messing with me, I’m gonna sample it, their mess a big carving, I come and I bake it, a bigger new fit to toast, center intimidate the sets
Had to compress their bones so that when I come on kill em with a MIDI, coming up in it with something, I come in and vent it to somebody, coming to center my breath yuh
Ain’t nobody standing, put your foot in, carve the moon
I pull abyss fan it, carving i put it bends up in it carving a hole
Thinking I burn up with some in it come with a better best umbra that come with a carving inside with the governor freaking it shriveled us over the computer, put it when they burn a cape
And I p*ss sovereigner governor picking up f*cking on their somebody gotta make it up packing a marketer bugging I’m booking it planning on f*cking em bringing a bigger new wake in the planet I’m working on forgetting wickeder buck in em
Get em working I’m bringing out f*cking up bucket I’m bugging em, bringing it back and I’m bringing em bringing their pack in em planning on picking their pocket I’m voting em bugging it when I come vulcan it forget it bringing them bigger new pick in em f*cking on wickeder pick in em poking and working em, f*cking their bug and Im poking em, working on bugging it picking on wicking em freaking on f*cking em bruh

[Verse 10: Troll]
Trollzin' que chega na track, deixando bem claro que nesse rap que eu 'tô não tem nenhum moleque
Por isso que eu chego mandando a flipada que vai te deixar no chão
Repara que quando tú ouvir o meu som você vai para outra dimensão
Seu cuzão, tem uns nêgo que 'tão falando umas merda sobre sobre mim
Dizem que eu sou repetitivo, não tenho criatividade
Mas olha que coisa amigo, dessa vez tú chegou tarde
Pois tudo que eu fiz e faço, vocês não fez nem metade
Esse é o preço da arte ou o peso do aço? Bota na balança que seu final já foi trágico
Pois eu boto a cara e nunca desisto, cabaço, você sumiu com tudo
Parece até um truque mágico, mas, vou fazer o quê? Não ligo pra isso, pois o foco é em mim
Então senta no seu sofá e liga a sua TV, 'tô pronto pra dar um cheque-mate e vou causar seu fim
Mas deixando isso de lado, e voltando pro que eu tava falando no começo dessa track, deixa eu explicar
Como eu disse, é o Troll rimando, dessa vez não é o Demetrius, e isso significa que um papo reto eu vou dar
Só querem flipada, flipada, flipada e flipada, flipada, esquecem da porra da letra, então pode pá
E se vocês querem flipada, então é isso que eu vou dar
Prepara que quando o Troll chega na track, meu mano, não é pra brincar
"Cê pega na faca ou na pica? Tu pega na pica ou não pega no pau?"
É velocidade, meu mano, isso aqui sim que é real
Por mais que a minha letra aqui seja uma bosta, e não valha nem um real
Eu carrego essa cena nas minhas costas porque o speed é surreal
Era isso, tá pronto juro que as vezes pode ser até pior
Espero que tenham entendido meu ponto, na parte três eu juro que explico melhor

[Verse 11: Greenhoe440]
f*ck everything I rerecorded
Yo b*tch just got my kid but won't abort it
Boy if we got a problem let's sort it
The more I get beaten, the longer my sword gets
You more fit, but I morph to a god
A mind combined of many, a form to be gone
b*tches? Got plenty, whores cannot dodge
And I go melly on faggots who want
This attack, I give it from the back
Yo sh*t is wack, get yo neck slapped
No racks? Sad, I got mad platinum
That's that, I'm DOOM on crack
You ruin raps, you got no movement, man
I'm super cool with the jews and blacks
You choosing fat, I'm choosing sap
I don't even know what the f*ck I just said
Fat people ain't sh*t, and they f*cking know it
Boy you'll become my b*tch, yo ass is showing
Got a dude who got a booty that's thick, yeah my mouth be foaming
You be caught up on some sh*t, boy enjoy the moment
Come in, you’ll find all the statues divine
I'm on the run from the 12 to the five
Double the time and I run up with 9s
And my eyes get the most of the violent night
I ain't even wanna do this verse, half this lineup so dookie bro
But LUCIDD a homie, DOWN6 he a homie
So I came with the clip and I aimed in the scope
Faggot

[Verse 12: Muskrat]
You not one of us, you get eliminated
Never been a favorite but I'm here
Killin this sh*t with a pen and paper
Do myself a favor, instill fears
Into the hearts of many, writing bars aplenty just to show everyone what I got
Emphatically making an effort, amassing some fans and I'm glad I remain in my spot
We're chasin a win and there's no time to stop, it's an ongoing plot that'll not be forgotten
We're a group of people doing great work and taking a loss is so far from an option
You're not on our level, so get the f*ck back
If it's war that you want, then we're on the attack
You better be ready or you're off the map
You're no kind of hero, you're gone in a flash
What's up with that? When I'm on the microphone, I finna kill it
Any motherf*ckers really want it, I'mma get em in a f*ckin minute
Haters wanna hate, but all I'm hearin is crickets
I'm here to be winnin and take my f*ckin skill and just lift it
Time for me to step in and leave a mark in the game
Keeping hopes that my artistry is helping to spark a flame
It's an aim of mine, never stay divided and slay
Confided in myself to always break the silence in waves
I don't want my music to be a pile of waste
I want it to be remembered, not filed away
Wanna treat all this work like it's my final day
Not everything's a hill, but I'm inclined to stay
Hard to believe that I've just turned 23
Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for SFC
Wouldn't be here if I didn't have enemies
But to be honest, I want them to rest in peace

[Verse 13: MC Rice]

[Verse 14: LEECHY!]
Liminal, what does it mean?
Occupying in the space in-between
Void walker, live behind of the scene
Time wander in the twilight of a world unseen
Grow pale by the day, it lurks in the shade
A favor repaid, I still will stare death in the face
f*ck it, burn rubber away, watch me escape, b*tch
I'm a bloody rabbit hopping out a wartime warren
Pop on a popstar, gone in a moment
Lost in the sauce? b*tch, you ain't that important
f*ck it, I'm tired of your sh*t, got me snoring
Like honk-shoo "mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi"
Napping in a rap, trap house, ain't a BNB
Paint up the walls, now it look like a murder scene
Burn a motherf*cker out a case, like a DVD
Rip and I tear, bring doom to deviants
The ground beneath tremors, the dust pouring off
Of my figure, go figure I rupture their spawn
Indigo royal, don't f*ck with the pawns
What is the purpose of making these songs
For the sake of approval from those looking on
There's a truth in the verse, watch them shoot at aversion
I c*ck back, laugh, sure fire caliber, off
c*cking it, locking it, aiming it at the target, ain't make it to market
Aiming at the back of the hack, then clacking, hacking the pieces, and mogging the mark
f*ck if they spark, they gawking, hawking it back to the flat footed, regardless
Bawking and breaking, taking a faker, shaking and baking, make it a hater
Make an acre of the enemies, f*ck it, ain't no befriending me
Aching, I can't take it, I'm shaking up, what they been sending me
I'm still wild to the bone, I got 'em all down on their knees
Say my name, and bow to your king