Gackto AKA Jeff The Chef - "Metaphorically"
http://www.youtube.com/jcibs

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Yo, metaphorically, I put the pedal to the floor and speed. 
Rhymes comin out so fast that you can't be ignoring me. 
Attacking with the force of beasts, 
Forcin me to make everyone listening lock the door and freak. 
You're just weak. 
I don't just spit flows, 
I fuckin torture beats. 
It's official, 
I just fucked this rap, now I'm heading to the door to leave. 
You suck, you're crap, I pulled out your vocal chords, don't speak.

This is more than a rap or diss, I'm like Gordon Freeman, 
I'm trying to save the world, homie and there's nothin you can do to stop this shit, 
Cause I'm taking off like I was a rocket ship. 
Into the atmosphere, with this rap right here. 
So have no fear cause I'm the sickest lyricist, 
Leave fuckers confused like "Shit, what year is this?" 
Kids, you hearin this? 

Gackto desu. Got a straight hot flow, yes, 
Can make ya feel like you ain't got no stress. 
Lyrically made you think I just popped your head, but you're not dead. 
Well, not yet. 

Yo, my flow is incredible, like I took a metal pole, 
Swung it at your head and yo just let it go. 
Incomprehensible, how I do this. 
Let's just go with I'm fluid. 
This is that new shit. 
Houston, we have a problem. 
This is almost stupid, how I rap so awesome. 
You're whack, play possum. 
Because I'm a verbal predator, 
My words, I bet they hurt. 
I'll make it hurt and get to work on devouring you, 
My power is true, and lemme tell you man, the man of the hour isn't you. 
I tower over crews that can't spit worth shit, 
And what's worse is, somehow they have people on their nuts thinking they're perfect. 
They can't rap and their singing is worthless, lyrics all about the bling and the purchase, 
Of the rims and the purses, Tims and the fur skins, their shit has no purpose.

(Huffing puffing)
Jeah
Hahaha
(DAMN)
Ok

It's the same old, but I'm shakin' it up,
Ayo, I realize that I'm makin it tough,
For anyone to criticize me because I'm like a rap saint in this cut,
Insane and I'm nuts,
My rhymes be exploding out, fuckers already tryin to copy paste me, what's up? 
I know what it's about, pull your soul up out your mouth, and make people say you a punk. 
My style is fresh, while yours is pungeant or some shit like a spray from a skunk and wait, I'm not done yet.

I roll on faggots like a steam roller, I make it a habit of trying to be bolder.
Unconventional lead soldier, meant to flow, verbally older, and wise beyond my years. 
Stop resistin and just open your eyes and ears. 
The time is near for you to hide and fear, at my shocking display, 
Inviting tears, rhymes so plentiful it's like I've been rocking for days. 
If you were to battle me, you'd be like "Uhhh, I forgot what to say"

Yeah, it's like that - I'm a fuckin tsunami, 
Come down on the bitches, leave them on the ground and in stitches. So who want beef?

Jeah
Ok
Ok
Peace