Heavyweight Invincible Songtext

[Verse 1] If I could be invincible, I'd greet competition with rage Do work and go berserk when I'm rip'n the stage Ignite'n and write'n rhymes in so a ridiculous age Lets 'face off' like Travolta verses Nicolas Cage Ah shucks, y'all finally got me to talk'n tough Ready to bust these suckers that constantly bother us Oh yes, just when all you thought was hopeless One man fights back on behalf of the oppressed And I'm so fresh- many say like Timothy McVeigh I blow sects Don't believe me now, you'll go test and get your flow stretched Take'n all threats and bets- double or noth'n I can match that And bast raps- turn your Land Cruiser into a hatchback But that's just the start of it, a small part of it My rhymes are known to crack bones- rip through your cartilage You don't want no part to this When I start charge'n and barge'n in the hard way I bring the butter, the (parquet ?) and the margarine Two minutes past disaster, argue'n with the master What I spit is combined with the same climate of Alaska After I drop Anchorage, my language is filled with anguish Breaking kids with their own songs like Weird Al Yankovich Spin a web of deception and the best can't untangle it Bang'n like only the Mandu, like only I can do I'd like to live but my homies don't live in Landview After years of jam'n, they're cram'n to understand you We're go'n to war 'coz poor people need a champ too Chorus [Verse 2] Invincible, we're genetically engineered When I see emcees battle and expect me to interfere Listen here- this rap game is child's play like hopscotch Traveling at the slow speed of a fox-trot, on my block We accelerate and celebrate when a cop's shot For not give'n us the chance to (lamp like flave?) with a stopwatch And block shots with just seconds on the shot clock Send away for my album deal with three cereal box tops I rock spots and never forfeit a battle on some (extortion?) Brothas couldn't get the picture if they ran out and bought it Its a small eight by ten, but I turn it into a portrait Make it rough enough to force Timberland to endorse it Kill it with no remorses, the original, the liver-race Interfaced with the internet and even flip rhymes in cyberspace Nightmare on emcee part 5, cut like sharp knives You've got enough rhymes to fill books- I'm fill'n libraries and archives Though art wise like (Celaste?) for try'n to gas me I gets nasty on the mic and battle for fame like Bug's and Daffy While you live trice- I give life to the dead and make the corpse bleed Flip raps you couldn't catch if you had your engine set a warp speed To hell with the money and the fame Watch me take you out your game Its the young Jedi that Yoda forgot to train If I park it- its not turn'n, once I spark it- I leave it burn'n Emcees better start learn'n- I diss more brothas than Mark Fuhrman