Triangular Warfare
Mr. Lif Lyrics

This is. Verse. Word. Angle.
The start of a rap song conveying the intent of the following verses

Microphone cords tangle, niggas strangle
Rappers getting tangled up in cords, and their competition resorting to violence

[Wet] emcees done effed around and caught disease
Rappers who tried to compete with Mr. Lif have become infected with the disease of defeat

This is verse one, lesson 3 lepracy
The third lesson of Mr. Lif's first verse is the concept of leprosy, a form of life-threatening disease

Liftedly, represents the Suns of Zee
The artist, Mr. Lif, represents the rap group Suns of Zee

Test we you must be out your goddamn mind
Anyone who challenges the Suns of Zee must be insane

Rewind, and find, gems within my M's
If you rewind and listen closely, you'll find hidden gems within Mr. Lif's rhymes

Prostectic limbs, and mad scuffed timbs
Mr. Lif wears prosthetic limbs and scuffed timbs as part of his style and image

But whens, your skill go into a rise
Mr. Lif is questioning that if the opposing rapper will ever get better

My crew prophesize ur demise I spy
The Suns of Zee predict and see the end of the opponent's career

So tell congress that I got bomb threats
Mr. Lif threatens violence on the opposition's career, telling them to complain to government officials

And when they try to talk back, feel the buster You silly mustard, just to go for the gipper
The opposition will be hit hard and Mr. Lif will make sure of it

Put the mic down Lif ripped ya
Mr. Lif easily defeated his opponent, forcing them to quit and giving up the microphone

Play your crew, lets take a picture Smile while you wimper, you'll neva test a mic ripper.......
Mr. Lif takes a picture of his defeated foe and mocks them, warning that no future opponent will challenge him

You don't. even. wanna. test a...
Mr. Lif repeats his warning to the opposition, strongly advising them not to try battling him

Rhyme manifstor, wack nigga injester Is it the buddha blesser? Something Got you mumbling, hopes crumbling
Mr. Lif wonders if his opponents are possessing dark spirits, and their hopes and confidence will crumble during a battle

Try to flollow my lines but now you stumbling Running when? You heard lif was coming in
Opponents struggle to match Mr. Lif's lyricism and flee when they know he's coming

But then again, pack 'em in Lets begin, bring a friend Just to pick up the shallow remains of lame frames
Mr. Lif invites more competition, wanting to dispose of more competitors with ease

You tried you conquer me in a war of brain games Hit 'em with the hexagon bomb the niggas tron
Mr. Lif won the mental game and now punishes his opponent with destructive hexagon bombs

If you like the main course, deserts napalm I'm on. The level. Of lyrical master...
Mr. Lif warns that those who enjoy the 'main course' of his rhymes should just avoid dessert and napalm, and that he is on a high level of lyrical ability

Flows natural like disaster After, I blast ya go and ask your pastor Why verse 2 gave you asthma
Mr. Lif's flow is as natural as a disaster and after the battle, his opponent will suffer, leading them to question their beliefs in God due to the physical strain their asthma induces

You grab the mic the crowd drown in laughter I have denied ur acess...
The crowd laughs at the opponent's defeated attempt to take the microphone, with Mr. Lif denying him access

You wondered if I was nice but now you ask less Caught your ass from filmline to wack fest Chill while my man slash chest
The opponent realizes that Mr. Lif is not a nice artist and is caught in his 'wack' performance, forcing him to leave the stage while Mr. Lif's friend looks on

competition -- prepare for war time 4xs
Emphasizing the warning to opponents, it is time for war with each repetition

Is you the nigga that said he was winning you a lion I'll change the tides like poisidon Now you fighting.
Mr. Lif confronts the opponent, causing them to lose confidence and begin to fight back

I'll rain at infinitum Clash of titans don't feel ashamed cuz this shit was meant for biting Custom made serial number 0-0-3-2. Aimed right at you Mapped you like an interstate you missed it in a date
Mr. Lif will battle with endless endurance, so his opponent is allowed to copy his style out of desperation. Mr. Lif is aiming with precision with his custom rap instrument, likening his accuracy to that of mapping an interstate

Test lif and you got ate!...ball in a corner pocket Got hip-hop locked kid I hope you make a decision by using logic
If you test Mr. Lif, you'll be defeated easily, with the game ending similarly to a ball in a pool table's corner pocket. Mr. Lif is confident in his dominance of hip-hop and urges the opponent to make a wise choice

Now hypathetically...If you every dreamed of testing me... You enter healthy, leave diabetically Paramedics be. Rushing for your support
Mr. Lif challenges his opponent, warning that they will initially be healthy but leave the battle diabetic due to the strain. Paramedics will rush to support the defeated rapper

I makes no sport. Your hole frame contort. Now did you lose of course you were lost Nobody told you not to test the mic of the north star
Mr. Lif feels no sense of accomplishment as his opponent suffers physically, warning them that testing him was their mistake

You want to goto war I'll take you to war Remember my face the last thing you ever saw So raw your chest will bust within 2 hours I chill and guzzle ameredo sours
Mr. Lif is ready for war and warns the opponent that his face will be the last thing they'll see. His rhymes are so raw that the opponent will physically hurt after two hours. Mr. Lif relaxes with a cold drink after the battle

competition -- prepare for war time this is a battle rhyme in case u havent noticed competition -- prepare for war time this is a battle rhyme in case u havent noticed competition -- prepare for war time u get replaced u get demoted
Mr. Lif reiterates the battle mentality for the opposition, emphasizing its importance. He reminds them that getting replaced or demoted is the consequence of losing to him