Fear me - Will Tell

Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have

Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed

Not for love of green but mother and seed

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

Ayyo, I’m smart like an aleck, so you could all bite the phallic

Igniting mics, words are writing in italic

With the bold face, I step on stage and take the whole space

I’m banging heads in my skull case. Ain’t no dull taste

It’s Met. I keeps it flav, keep you tripping like a rave

Break your mics like a wave on the oceanside

I leave you open wide like an autops laceration

Slice your grill until your jaw drops—it's fascinating

Cave in your chest—I'm pe-ne-trating

Leave you hyper-vent-ilating, suffocating

Any combi-nation of MCs—it's do-mination

No comp. It’s abo-mination. Stay calm and patient

While I’m sealing animation in my lamination

Cause contamination, cross-examination

Break you down like the process of eli-mination

Take you out like emigration. Disintegration

Abara-cadaverers without the labora

-tory. Matter of fact, it’s a collaboration

Of imagination, gassing heads like flatulation

Glad you waiting for my graduating, lyric escalating

Levitating. Ain’t no hesitating to my destination

Strictly cancellations of all comp. Man your stations

Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have

Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed

Not for love of green but mother and seed

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop the heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

The hits is marking ya, attacking ya, going for the jugular like Dracula

First, I’m sucking ya blood to crack in ya

can’t hold me back—I'll break the chain

Got beef, stake a claim. Shit is writ on paper—train

For the script. Want to play? My home’s sour, all deranged

So strange in a twilight high like

Known for danger, his primal rage will blow like pager

On the anchor, tightly locked. Well, Block’s the flow of hatred

Impale you with awards, nail you to the cross

What you feel’s failure ‘cause you lost

When I cut you deals, much too real. Red rose to the shores of your sanity

Explore my vanity vexed and, next, tour the land of free

Trips of poverty obviously wild to me. My prophecy

Is profit prodigy paid to invade your privacy

You’re treated like an oddity, sold cheap like a novelty

Flows creep down oh so deep you won’t peep the odyssey

My philosophy: to each his own. Better reach his own

Peep, preach what he practice instead of leaching on the track. This

Miraculous cannabis activist kick

Attack like Cystic—prognosis the Fibrosis

Competition nullified. I multiplied and while you focus

On, y’all smoke this traum—y'all half-vicious

Madness. I add friction to the contacting cabbage

We bomb tracks on smash hits like bongs packed with hash

You say I’m acting rash. Maybe so, but time’s spreading

Attacking fast—can't pinpoint my rhyme’s heading

How many times let into the lion’s den? You’re blind men

Ten times ten light years beyond, you’ll find then

Frighten, discover lightning when I’m writing

It’s quite frightening. Striking the kite in your child’s clutch

My styles touch and enlighten. Block McCloud storm and fuck the war

Warming up to burn—you're fucking on it

Fear me, not for the potential to kill I have

Feel my wrath. Son, fear me for the skill I have

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

Fear me, not for the color of greed ‘cause, brother, I bleed

Not for love of green but mother and seed

Fear me, not ‘cause I could stop your heart

But got the heart to stop the violence and still top the charts

Fear me. Fear me. Block McCloud, Metaphor. Fear me. Fear me. Fear me. Fear me