Mind is A Gun Lyrics

The name is Eric K.A. Earthadox down to earth

Still in this unorthodox In my basement the artillery

Spot that's where I practice to pop my glock

Tish tish right through semi blocks

Shatter rocks from semi shots my mind is a gun

I shoot a way hurting no one can top this

I switch throw you off from these off speed pitch

Splitter scripts sinks your battleship

I shake spears out of his instrumentals

Then direct them towards your mental

How its simple in my memory bank

The data stored with metaphors

My word plays with a sword Excalibur

Large blade in my jaws for challengers

Opens up to silence ya deep freeze like Antarctica

Ice piranhas be biting ya with rhymes that I

Might write It will ignite you run behind the mic

You shiver in freight from the frost bites

My brain is packed with megabytes

Omega Red rips lyricist in tight grips

Since the frost bites I pierce you with frozen tip scripts

He spits the linguistic twisted lyric instrument

Bullets are scripts that are known to hit from a distance

My mind is a gun It will take you out fast

I spray big holes When I aim center mass

My mind is a gun It will take you out fast

I spray big holes When I aim center mass

My mind is a gun It will take you out fast

I spray big holes When I aim center mass

My mind is a gun It will take you out fast

I spray big holes When I aim center mass

I blast mc's out of orbit out of orbit out of orbit

Making you quit to forfeit why cause I'm writing

Psychotic flows cause when they blow up

Up up and the way you go

I blast mc's out of orbit out of orbit out of orbit

Making you quit to forfeit why cause I'm writing

Psychotic flows cause when they blow up

Up up and the way you go

I'm the fourth Lenz I want you to know that

I'll leave a stain over your lame whack raps

Your reaction you're bound to snap

Without power my gun powder devours your back

Your crushed between my Twin Towers

You wonder when the twins deactivate

When I activate my word play

Play words with you all day and all night

I engage in verbal fights I might weaken

Your mind like kryptonite this might be the

Tales from the Crypt my tongue scalpel splits

Your brain unwanted tobacco bits

Infinite lives in the Game of death

I'm a large truck make a wide left

Smash your car like a mic check

Hit and run over your concepts

Have an iceberg about the size of the sun

Sets its course run you off the stage

With my thousand gage my shotgun homemade gun

I just made a hot one two and three and four comes

I'm a Lenz anker E way a ton mind rotating glock

Eric's mind gun new addition to some

Plus an addition to some