You Ain't Seen It Comin'

Are. You. Ready?!
Another Celph Titled mother****** banger. Bllllllat!
Yeah, uh huh. Hehehehe. Awe man, mother*******s, 813, thats right baby
Highcollide, Paradox, uh huh, Celph Titled
The mother****** Rubix Cuban
Yo lets show them how we get down
Yes, yes. Yeah, okay, you ready? Tampa representatives
Lets murder them. Its goin down. Check it, yo. ************* that
[Verse One] [Highcollide]
Highcollide
I had a glock and held rifles
A million mega watts, its Paradox and Celph Titled
You busters are not ready
Rugged and drop deadly
Touch as a pot heavy
In buckets in box Chevys
My flows destine, Im a veteran at work
Leave your soul in the heavens and your skeleton in the dirt
If it aint love that you feelin than its probably pain
Strike ya with Tampa Bay Lightning like a hockey game
Im a flow specialist, I conquer the globes premises
The most treacherous
Over your debt, toast beverages
Leavin ya motionless while Im causin eclipses
Supreme vocalist, happen to be forced in existence
Im electrical lyrically, fire like the sun
Youll need medical facilities or retirement funds
This is a Cuban
Puerto Rican connection
Seekin perfection
Competition is needin direction
A speakers craft
Sayin Im ill is like sayin a cheetahs fast
I keep it movin like a hundred meter dash
Im too ferocious with
Styles that leave you hopelessness
Know who you provokin *************
You ****** with the ultimate
Blaow!
[Scratch chorus] [x2]
'Picture like you aint seen it coming' - Paradox
'Yo, its all extortion, for every man theres a coffin' - Highcollide
'I gets down and do my thing like I supposed to'
'*************s is on attack'
'What the ************* was yall thinkin' - Fat Joe Find Out
[Verse Two] [Paradox]
Watch me crack open the sky, blacken your eye
Then leave you strokin on the ropes swingin eight miles high
Now Im watchin you die
Askin why
You testin X, is you mental?
(These mother*******s out they mind)
I be X Spawn, reborn with Tampa Bay residue
So bring the best of your crew
Learn a lesson or two
Invest in a vest or a preacher to start blessin you
Believe it, this urban legend is true
For hip hop Ill bludgeon a fool
Cut em in two
Leave a muttering fool, with nothing to do
But speaks in forked tongues like a stuttering fool
I lurk in the home of southern crunk
Where cats get jumped
(And what)
We got the sawed off shotgun hands on the pump
I have *** with fly dimes and gangster ******* that pack nines
While Im poppin silencers
Writin rhymes, gettin my *************ne
Im in this game for the love of the art
Comin straight for your heart
Though some of yall been hatin me
Straight from the start
Paradox the black sheep of the Bay
(Where it gets dark)
The Judas creator
Crucify me now, but I resurrect three days later
Much greater
As one red eye Terminator
(You want more then we blazin ya)
Tearin flesh apart like a Florida gator
Made you afraid of the dark
Wish it was morning instead
Surprise somebody
Here comes the dawn of the dead
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
'Picture like you aint seen it coming' - Paradox
'Yo, its all extortion, for every man theres a coffin' - Highcollide
'I gets down and do my thing like I supposed to'
'*************s is on attack'
'What the **** ********* was yall thinkin' - Fat Joe Find Out
[Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
Yall mother*******s better fall back
Youre talkin to a kingpin
Who write holy scriptures on a napkin with an ink pen
And yall aint real unless you on Floridian realty
Cause we dont keep it dirty down here we keep it filthy
Im all over Tampa like Bobs Barricades
With bombs and grenades at your mothers crib givin her serenade
Up in the club I might have snuck in a snub
So if its beef bring the ruckus and a bucket for blood
And dont think were gonna meet you outside just to thug
We gonna meet you outside with the pump
And the buckshot from the gauge will give you acne scars
Clap at me from your whip
Im launchin missile thatll lift the gravity out your car
************* your pistol burners
Cause we got mother****** handguns
That spit shells the size of Crystal Burgers
Duckin the cops, leavin you mother*******s stuck in a box
************* bubblin rocks
Im like the government up in my stocks
But up in the oven its hot
We cook blazin rap cakes
While yall wack fakes make DAT tapes thats half baked
Im sick, make a crack mother lactate
And let the mac take thirty pounds out of your estimated body weight
[Scratch Chorus] [x2]
'Picture like you aint seen it coming' - Paradox
'Yo, its all extortion, for every man theres a coffin' - Highcollide
'I gets down and do my thing like I supposed to'
'*************s is on attack'
'What the ** *********** was yall thinkin' - Fat Joe Find Out