I've got the tongue of a liquid metal hydra striking the mind of rhymer/
Reclined in designing violent times/
The Man of the Year rocked a Kabal mask at Thanksgiving dinner and leaked mustard gas on every pilgrim/
I ain't got to be "Out of There" I live with "Don't try to fuck with me"/
So lets shoot the shit like Duck Hunting with plungers/
Or I plunge the hunger of you fuckers into a dungeon/
Rather you'll be in a basement with a crack head screaming naked adjacent to Jason pacing waiving a faceless mading scraping stains from being stain in ravens blood plug thug behaving embracing his hatred while facing you screaming and naked speaking in demon languages about his hatred/
You cocksucking yellow bellied catfish/
I'll drop a verse, make waves and turn the moons envy to crack addict/
Crosstown beef is like cross town traffick and I'm Juggernaut dusting you fuckers off like mad dandrift/
Its 185 spitter king back smacker, cracker back cracker/
That's 40 Acre's and mule dick for the whitest cunt that'll ride backwards/
I call it Chucking D. Public Enemy for a mixed kids identity/
I dream of Genie getting fucked by what seems like ten of me/
In Tenessee kicking Speach in mouth... he forgot about lynching/
Mobsters calls us Niggers. Rappers still want to be henchmen/
Slow down son you're killing them x4
I got a pair of boots to address the zombies I stretch from human/
Muted the flesh, bruising the ornery. Upon the movement of breath I ponder the ruins/
Yet pulling my head out of the dust ,Joe Budden style, I found hundreds gunning proud but too fiction to get on me/
Harm me?/
Warn these fuckers guns and gutter may have won the summer but I'm more Conan than hoe ass with arms of lumber/
Termite covered shaking your mother screaming "What're you telling him?. I'll head butt him until we exchange and he knows where his Christmas presents went"/
Slice your brain with a party razor, give you retarded behavior (and) crash your school bus into a swamp with gators and watch it dissolve into nature/
Got a better chance of finding a Jesus fetus with bleeding demon watching Even Stevens than me recieving beatings from any weakling heathen breathing/
My stab wounds leak locust so me you keeping it real means you need Moses/
Don't bet on shit/
Young McIntyre's been drooling dragon fire since pacifiers/
With a pacifist nature the looks like a million man march full of anarchist half retired/
Salute when you have to/
My rhyme scheme's black white, my madness is brilliant and natural/
Sardonyx is one of my favorite posse cuts from a Backwoodz Studioz project. These four guys (Elucid, woods, Quelle Chris, Pink Siifu) are some of the best in the game right now, in my opinion
Whole album is a banger, front to back iativos
An album that was challenging at first but always thought provoking, painting pictures with rhymes over such harsh & strong instrumentals all throughout. Mystifying, gorgeous and intense melancholy all at once conveyed beautifully. I was typing a longer review before I realized it was too long, but this album from start to finish is a beautiful painting in each track. I'd list almost every track as my favorite if possible, so much good to say about the raps, beats, guest features. Great music. darksunq