Copywrite Seven Light Yearss Lyrics

Artist: Copywrite78
Album: The High Exaulted
Song: Seven Light Years
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When the mic is near me, you've got every right to fear me
So ahead of my time not even a psychic hears me
When his hand drops my brain unlocks
And you're dodgin this insane a__ault, I wouldn't entertain the thought
Battle scars I'll leave you stuck with it
My style's like a p____ with AIDS, you don't wanna f___ with it
Nonbelievers who won't accept we're the hottest, sleep on us
And wake up in flamed-broiled pajamas
Your thought's weak, move on,
I change your heartbeat from twelve BPMs to the speed of a Luke song
If you even puke wrong your career's sold I'm too strong
I can hold Jupiter with my earlobes
I'll pull out some s___ I wrote when I was seventeen
it's so ?impious? to s___ you wrote a week ago
I'm timeless, priceless; you rhymeless, micless
Bottom line I'm the nicest
My I.Q. doubles when in times of crisis
And my mind's as sharp as this razor you bout to get sliced with
All day during eternity. Always
"Copywrite seven eight" will echo through hells hallways

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I came seven light years before the dark ages
With eight different infinite ways to spark stages
Got a nine man crew that controls the rein
And the soul of every listener that knows my name

I possess what you stupid m_________ers need to get
If it ain't Megahertz or Weathermen it's a piece of s___
The mic's the worst solution to even this
Cuz you'll go through twice the persecution Jesus did
I'll step on stage with a black cape with a wack rhyme
about your fat date
And how I met your mommy on the chat line
This fool Nelson will put you in a full nelson
Leave you layin face down in your stool yelpin
A thousand of your fans ready to kill me
And tell the sound man if he wants to jump in he can feel free
Instead of threats in your face I sprayed your a__ to hell
Blast myself and resurrected a day later
So drop the mic this instant
Pocketknife to the throats of those that commit
Copywrite infringement
A sick twisted vengeance. I keep crackin on opponents
And sleep on more rappers than the homeless
Deliver constant misery. I don't spit positivity
I spit on positivity and send fakes to a grim fate
Labels can drop me. I don't give a s___, I'm in it to vent hate
If they're dumb enough to sign me, great
Got a list of a hundred things I hate
And you're number one through ninety eight
If you hear an R&B b____ singing on my tape it's cuz
she got a gallon of my s____ clingin to her face

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There's two type of emcees
Those that wanna face me get hacked and fail
And those that have faced me and await a rematch in hell
My vocal tones pipe bomb your face in
Hold your own? You have trouble holding conversations
You're left with little to no air
Duct tape your mouth
Leave you upside down in the middle of nowhere
Shine like rays of sun. My brain's a gun
What you're tryin to say in six bars I can explain in one
It's obvious my skull weighs a ton
Over a billion gigabytes I download information from
I'll pelt you clowns. You're weak as f___ plus timid
Then melt you down and reconstruct y'all in my image
I ain't spittin if the track ain't hard hittin
I don't care if Premier, Mu Tao or Mozart did it
I'm deep with a fistful of satire
It's this type of trajectory that makes heat seeking missles backfire
I show love to troops that I bomb
By givin hugs to crews with nuclear arms
I'm like Chuck Manson on tape
My choruses are me givin my victims a chance to escape
The raw phantom without a champion jaw is here to scar
your soft patterns with adamantium claws
My mic will make your nerves ache
Me comin off ain't the issue
I wasn't screwed on right in the first place

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