Letra A view of hell (hell of a view) Apathy

A view of hell (hell of a view)

Shut your eyes and you’ll burst into flames

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight
But I ain't goin' out without a fight

I grab a motherfuckin' whale by the tail fin
Throw it through the sky, hit a jet make it tailspin
Spit straight lava my mouth is a volcano
Crush Allah Rakim in my palm like soft playdough
Travel on tours on the back of a torpedo
Inside of a tornado, you better reform NATO
Gold chains, gold crown, hoes who love to go down
Turn your city block into a ghost town
Real spooky, full of crack addicts with no goals
Well I'm the Grim Reaper pullin' souls through nose holes
Y'all are feminine as phones that are rose gold
Your flows old, already expired and grows mold
I'm so cold I could freeze boilin' water, boil your water
Deploy your harder track 'cause I destroyed you softer rappers
Swear they trap 'em and never ever say coke
That’s why you catch a contact just walkin' through weed smoke
Fire starter, pyrotechnical technician
You better listen or they'll find you with your head missin'
Certified Pharaoh, find me in Fahrenheit's
Hot enough to disinfect the mic from all you parasites
One verse is hot as the sun's surface
Hot as a gun burst is, burnin' ya epidermis
And my high school superlative said I'm the most murderous
Convertin' this verse into a furnace and start burnin' this

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight
But I ain't goin' out without a fight

Fallin' out the sky hit the ground and the earth shakes
I shouldn't even be on this planet in the first place
The son of a god, Krypton is my birthplace
I murder in chronological order by birthdate
So every sucker rappers extinct, I happen to think
Souls of my foes get trapped in my ink
Write flows with the ghosts of the recently deceased
Sound waves I compose are the frequency of the beast
Six hundred and sixty six megahertz a verse
Tour bus is a hearse, every show is a church
I deliver the last rites every time I smash mics
Doctor Frankenstein diggin' with flashlights
To suture and stitch, I'm a computer that spits
I'm from the future and we don't listen to Future you bitch
Terminator metamorphin' to liquid metal, a wicked devil
Rippin' several rappers to shreds on a different level
The most high exalted, suckers who get assaulted
Catapulted off the ground on their body and summersaulted
The sum of all summers I summon power to alter
My physical form and channel the souls of the greatest authors
I'm Hiawatha, hot as a fire walker
Emergin' from underwater in a fuckin' flyin' saucer
(At night I can’t sleep) I think too deep
So I strike up a match and throw gasoline sheep

Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
Visions of bodies bein', visions of bodies bein' burned
But I ain't goin' out, but I ain't goin' out without a fight
But I ain't goin' out, out without a fight
Burned, burned, burned, bein' burned, burn

"Burn you fucker, burn!"