Next Level - Rhyme Asylum

When the fists fly your face is the landing strip

Rock your boat and your teeth will abandon ship

On sulphuric acid trips

Catch my drift and get dragged under the mid Atlantic ridge

Anti-philanthropist, antagonist

You rappers with no punches — clench your pacifists

RA anarchists

And if you don’t know the ropes then I’ll make sure you get the hang of it

Fuck SWAT defences

Re-spawn below my enemy, block the entrance and lock the exits

I’m not what God intended, non compos mentis

Blasphemous, to hell with the consequences

Ninja that channels chi

Jumping across rooftops spitting crow bars at Brandon Lee

Just after you battle me

You’ll hear 'Finish Him' before I execute the fatality

Man of no humanity

Show me the full moon and I’ll show you full proof of lycanthropy

Insanity

Hollowed out human heads hang from my haunted house on Halloween

Amputee

Write bars with disembodied hands and feet like thing from the Adams Family

Living catastrophe

Began to levitate as I disproved the existence of gravity

Assassinate presidential candidates

Have their heads impaled on my palace gates

Bathe in gamma rays

As a baby you played with rattles, I played with rattle snakes

I fire arms and hand grenades

Screaming faces are reflected in my metallic blade

Blood boils and evaporates

At rapid rates and comes crashing back as acid rain

My vocals shatter window panes

Inhale so hard the broken shards reconstruct in the frame

Shake hands and they disintegrate

Tattooed with asylum blueprints in case of prison breaks

I walked out the back door like Billy Hayes

Imitate the killings at camp Crystal Lake

Rebuilt Rome in a single day

Aim to eliminate all living trace of religious faith

In a fit of rage

I throw a discus with such force it won’t fall till the next Olympic Games

Pissing in the wind of change

Torture methods to my madness — I bring the pain

Breathe and stop

Take me with a pinch of salt and 100 litres of tequila shots

grab a gallon of cold blood

A packet of Pro Plus, back them and go nuts

Look but don’t touch

Throw punches with the strength of silverbacks — knock out your gold fronts

War machine

My voice don’t just stimulate ear drums it awakens dormant genes

Run towards the sea

Before we reach the shore the water forms as steam before our feet

I walk the streets

And free fall asleep from the tallest trees like autumn leaves

Sole survivor of a dead chain gang

Drag the other carcasses across a wasteland

Next level, make a change to game plan

My brain scan results are the same as the Rain Man’s

Psychotic compulsions and urges

Spit on your grave 'til the corpse floats to the surface

Realize what I wrote in my verses

So my existence negates the phrase 'nobody's perfect'

Yeah we back again, yeah we back again

Back to back again back to back — RA

Yeah we back again, yeah we back again

Back to back again back to back — RA