Tak—, 'k-'kyon
Tak–Tak—, 'kyon, Taky-y-yon
Tak—, 'k-'kyon, Tak–Tak—
Triple six, five, forked tongue

Subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull
How I shot it on one, takin' it back to the days of tryna lose control (Tak–Tak—)
Swervin' in a blaze of fire, raisin' through my bones

Oh, shit, I'm feelin' it, Takyon
Hell, yeah, fuck, yeah, I feel like killin' it, Takyon
Alright, that's tight, what it's like to experience Takyon (Takyon)

Out of the blue, into the bag
D.O.E. comin' through like "Fuck, what was that?" (Tak–Tak—)
Man, I don't know, but it made me feel so heated
How we creep without showin' you jack
Shit from below, give a shit if you know
'Cause even if you did, bet you'd keep comin' back
Back for more, need it, man, you're addicted to the heat
We make beats catch (Tak–Tak—)
Beat it 'til it bleeds to death, each track
Epileptic seize every head we crack
Like EPMD, snappin' necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map (Takyon)

Oh, shit, I'm feelin' it, Takyon
Hell, yeah, fuck, yeah, I feel like peelin' it, Takyon
Alright, that's tight, what it's like to experience Takyon

Takyon, shot down your throat like a keg of beer
Choke on the smoke, we in and exhale 'til the whole chamber is clear (Tak– Tak)
Haters act so fuckin' weird
Try to stain this atmosphere
But they can't 'cause it's way too sheer
How to make a hater disappear (Tak–Tak—)
Take shit where it ain't never been
Fuck what you thought
Could not comprehend this shit if I fisted your brain with it
Ten, nine, eight, seven, triple six, five, forked tongue
Criminal level crunk, lightning storm
Get out the way or get up, torn
Ain't a picture big enough to fit what we dig up from the core (Tak–Tak—)
Of all that they forgot ever was militant march of this war

Takyon, takin' them down
All we see is blood
Takyon, turnin' them out
How to trick out and freak that buzz

Oh, shit, I'm feelin' it, Takyon
Hell, yeah, fuck, yeah, I feel like killin' it, Takyon
Alright, that's tight, what it's like to experience Takyon (Takyon)

Lunar eclipse forcin' you to trip off the moonlit fire we spray
Cryonic-haunted bullets hollow-tipped with toxic waste (Tak–)
So here's the deal, if you don't feel ill, don't want it nowhere near my zone
That shit is dead, can't nobody get with that shit, gets dial-toned
Takyon, bitch-slappin' pussy clots and clones
Takyon, settin' off Unabombs inside your dome
Give it up, bitch, you know this is it
Get with this, or get left 'cause it's on
Takyon (Takyon)

Six-six-six million ways to die, choose—

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