White Is Tight

Enter my dominion of mic oblivion

I'll wreck a civilian

With military conditioning I'm killing them

Lyricism of War

You ain't ready for metaphor

Cause an Atom song has more megatons than atom bombs

Moving on

Like Louis Armstrong to Great Beyond

Retaliate

Like Viet Cong in Vietnam

Transform

Like Enoch turning to Metatron

Bringing bombs like Hizbollah guerrillas in Lebanon

The line has been drawn

Here's some critical 4-11

Repent and seek Christ to go to heaven

Spiritually no Pharisee leaven

I'll leave you terrified to go outside like New York city in '77

Summer of Sam

Rip mics with both hands

Early advance

Was in spray cans and breakdance

You're half a man

But I'm something else entirely

Immortal representing for the I.E. society



Chorus:

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Empire strikes back

Give us our mics back

You wack cats can't rap

Scared to spit the facts

Spitting fictitious rhymes

Straight suspicious rhymes

The human race is almost over

Here comes the finish line

(x 2)



(T'sai of Outskirts)

T'sai the chosen

Bulldozing over you characters

Ain't scared of you

Preparing you for the final shake down

Attacking your mentals to the point they break down

Your mic I take now

Till your crew don't make a sound

Cause I roll with tight spitters

Holy mic defenders

This beat packs more heat than cops with life enders

White flags waves surrenders

My flow leaves you froze

Like poles in the winter

Try to lick a bite, you'll get stuck

Unstoppable like Mack truck

You're wack when you bust, suddenly smacked by a bust

I stand my ground like no more back of the bus

Empire strikes back fast

With no hesitation

Collaboration y'all wack crews can't even fathom

T'sai form the Outskirts, and that spiritual brother Atom

With skills that's endless and that's a Menace like the Phantom

909 we put it down to the fullest, so here's the anthem

What, what.



(chorus)