LYRIC FOR SALE

By Nomadic Extra Large

Verse 1:
Once I attack, ain’t an army that could strike back,
Lit a match on the track that’s twice the contact.
From the smoke I blow from my insides,
Gaseous rhymes that cause landslides.

Cats they try, but never win by a landslide,
Slid on land with my feet down, firmly placed on the ground.
Stomping through with that dexterous sound,
Vocals travel like pelicans fly away.

Inside of the music, that’s where I stay,
Cooking in the stu, ingredients for today.
Spicy food you need in ya life,
For your thoughts I got more than a few pennies.

Rhyme and skill more than a few plenty,
To feed the needy, even the greedy get that overkill.
When too many thoughts spill like oil spills,
My skill’s toxicity level? That ill—ewww.

I’m that sick, mix of crucifix and pandemic together,
DEADLY COMBO, ain’t it?
No burger king, I don’t cook fast food,
I create home-cooked meals for those starving for realness.

Chorus 1:
Deadly combo, cookin’ up the heat,
Realness served fresh, no defeat.
Skills so lethal, watch the smoke rise,
I’m the storm in your city, open your eyes.