The Wreckoning
Lateef the Truthspeaker Lyrics

Look bitch
Listen closely, woman

You know I'm comin' tight
I am bringing my best and most skillful performance

So you can switch them hips from left to right
Move your hips seductively

All night and won't nobody give a shit
No one will care or be concerned about it

If you were sittin'
Even if you were just sitting there

I might ask you to stand so you can take a load
I would ask you to stand up and let go

Off your mind
Release your burdens and worries

Cause the lyrics you kicked were so butt, your brain
Because the lyrics you delivered were so terrible, your brain

It must be synonymous
It must be equivalent

With your behind in the time and you know your rhymin'
With your behind in terms of rhyming ability

Sucked black
Was extremely bad or awful

That's why I still can't figure out why the fuck
That's why I still can't understand why

He was all on my nut sac
He was excessively obsessed with me

He was droolin' on the tool and who are you foolin'
He was obsessively attracted to my skills and who are you trying to deceive

Tryin' to act so cool and
Attempting to appear cool and impressive

When it comes to the duelin'
When it comes to the competition

Pull up a stool and we can begin the schoolin'
Let's sit down and start the process of educating you

Ooohin and Ahhhin
Expressing astonishment and admiration

Really don't matter as long as the rapper
It doesn't really matter as long as the rapper

They know who's shit is phatter
They know whose shit is superior

And who should be beggin' the pardon
And who should be apologizing

For the disaster as I blast you into
For the terrible outcome as I strongly criticize you

Anti-matter make you scream out uncle
Make you surrender and admit defeat

As I punk you with the funk
As I dominate you with my unique style

Watch you buckle like a punk will
Witness you collapse and give in like a coward

Another chump killed
Another foolish person defeated

As I chuckle pumpin' steel through the steel
As I laugh while delivering powerful verses

So that I can steal the show
So that I can completely take over the performance

The bunk had no appeal
The nonsense you presented had no allure

Meaning that I don't feel the whack
Meaning that I don't appreciate the low quality

EVEN when you be feeling that
Even when you think highly of it

No matter how slow you go
Regardless of your pace

You still got no-THING to say
You still have absolutely nothing of value to contribute

When skills are softer than clay matter
When your skills are extremely weak

C'mon man, that ain't where the cash is
Come on, that's not where the real success lies

You musta thought that pretty ass shit was gon' make
You must have believed that your superficial stuff was going to bring

Some dough on the strength of those promo pictures
Some money based on those promotional images

Ho
Woman

Blow me down
Surprise or shock me

I'd be astounded
I would be amazed

if you could even go just one more round
If you could even last a little longer

And I'm from the 'O'
And I am from Oakland

Challenging you in your own goddam town
Confronting you in your own city

And I know the homies gon' clown
And I know my friends will mock and ridicule you

When they hear the profound thoughts and
When they hear the deep and insightful ideas and

Experiences applied from my strife to the
Personal struggles I express through

End of your life on this mic
End of your career in this music industry

The years run off by the hour
Time passes quickly

The aspirations FLEE with the YEARS
Ambitions disappear as time goes by

As they get devoured with time
As they are consumed by the passing of time

Eventually you will age and collapse
Inevitably, you will grow old and fail

What good are your raps if your
What is the point of your rap if your

Synapses can't fire
Nerve connections cannot transmit signals

The rapid rhymin' and tactics
The fast-paced rhyming and strategies

That I can flash with
That I can showcase with

Automatically blastin' back and
Automatically firing back and

Cappin' and laughin' at all of this whack
Mocking and laughing at all of this poor quality

Material that you brought
Material you presented

Devoid of substance lacking
Without any meaningful content

Action between word and thought and
Consistency between what you say and what you think

Perhaps it's best for e'rybody
Maybe it's best for everyone

If we just cut short
If we just end it abruptly

Silence
Be quiet

You itch you lust
You desire and crave

Your breath is taken
You are left breathless

When you awaken
When you become aware

In the state of the shock
In a state of shock

Thoughts of ex-communication
Thoughts of being excluded or cut off

And the implications of that situation
And the consequences of that circumstance

Racin' through your floggin' stopped up
Rushing through your overwhelmed and congested

Noggin' as you're massagin'
Head as you try to soothe

You're jarred
You are shocked or shaken

What's that you saw
What did you just see

You try rememberin' but it's foggier than
You try to recall but it is more unclear than

Fisherman's wharf
A popular tourist attraction in San Francisco

At six in the mornin'
Early in the morning

Through the gloom of dawn
Through the dimness of the early morning

Your doom is doomin' like the
Your fate is approaching like the

Moon you know when you'll be due
Full moon, indicating the time when you will face

And you'll die and soon
Death will come to you soon

And when you die
And once you pass away

Your heart stops
Your heart ceases to beat

The brain is TECHNICALLY ALIVE
The brain is still functioning to some extent

For three or four minutes
For a brief period of three to four minutes

Digesting the curse for the next 24 hours
Processing the consequences for the following 24 hours

Give or take a smidgen
Approximately, with a small degree of variation

Blood remains viable for several hours and
Blood remains usable for a few hours and

Settles down once the body's downside is
Calms once the body's functions decline

Darker and you will mottle
Darken and you will develop patches

The grip of rigor mortise clenches it's fist
The tightness of rigor mortis holds its grip

And two to six hours
And continues for two to six hours

Relinquishes
Let's go or releases

Two to three days later by this time
Two to three days later, by this moment

The stomach is bloated with gaseous
The stomach becomes swollen with gas

Fumes consumin' will blow shit up fo' sho'
Vapors consuming that will undoubtedly cause an explosion

Oh by the way
By the way, incidentally

The flesh decomposes fast
The flesh decays rapidly

Veins and skin turn
Veins and skin change color

Blue, purple, green and black
Taking on hues of blue, purple, green, and black

Nose and softer tissue turns to a
Nose and softer tissue transform into

Jelly consistency thicker than Jell-O
A gelatine-like texture thicker than Jell-O

Cornea of the eyes are no longer clear
The cornea of the eyes loses its clarity

Sickly jaundiced yellow
A pale, yellowish color

When you see and it softens
When you witness, and it becomes less solid

Eyes they melt in their sockets
Eyes liquefy within their sockets

Watch the skin pull away
Observe the skin detaching

From the gum-line leavin' no lips
From the edge of the gums, leaving no lips

So what's left and
So what remains and

A wicked grin
An evil smile

Bacteria thrive nightcrawlers fill
Bacteria flourish, worms take over the body

No morrow only hunger
No future, only hunger remains

Maggots arrived and now's devourin'
Maggots have arrived and are now devouring

Decayed and sourin'
Decomposed and becoming rancid

But hey
But hey, listen

Really though
Honestly though

Why even trip
Why even worry or be concerned

It ain't
It is not

Only the physical in which
Only the physical realm in which

Your consciousness exists
Your consciousness resides

And in the end
Ultimately

Forensic details are about as important
Specific scientific details are about as relevant

As the gear your sportin'
As the equipment or attire you are wearing

So why even resist
So why even oppose or fight against it

Ya trick
You fool

You should desist and listen
You should stop and listen

To the mix your missin'
To the mix you are missing out on

With the kicks that's hittin'
With the beats that are impressive

In the midst of the mist
In the middle of the confusion

Into which your slippin'
Into which you are falling or descending

The lights start to dim
The lights begin to fade

And the lesson of perfection
And the ultimate teaching or example of perfection

You're witnessin' is the wreckoning
You are witnessing is the final judgment

Winded old and you'll POP
Exhausted and spent, and you will fail

You cease to exist
You no longer have a presence

Terror in your eyes
Fear visible in your eyes

And a smile on your lips
But still a smile on your face

When you hear the mix
When you hear the music

You cease to exist
You no longer have a presence

Terror in your eyes
Fear visible in your eyes

And a smile on your lips
But still a smile on your face

When your heart lights up
When your heart is filled with excitement

You cease to exist
You no longer have a presence

Terror in your eyes
Fear visible in your eyes

And a smile on your lips
But still a smile on your face

When you hear the lyrics
When you hear the words and rhymes

You cease to exist
You no longer have a presence

Terror in your eyes
Fear visible in your eyes

And a smile on your lips
But still a smile on your face