Threat Remix

[complexity]

Jay Z, threat from the black album, remix-ish

I conduct music, like an orchestra
I use it to destruct, feel the force on ya?
had enough? is the instrumental distorting ya?
the chords struck, they show no remorse on ya
poor fucks, you got nobody supporting ya
war bucks are more important ya?
conformists get slammed into obscureness
the purest, lyricist, my metaphors sick
you're in some serious shit, period
end of discussion, enter the russian roulette
you bet, a "new threat", and I ain't thru yet
this is a duet with "two vets" a true test
of what I can "do next", wheres the brunettes
hip hops, hugh heff,"who best" to du-plex
why give the mic to you? it's what i like to do
I go from the US, A, wright to Q
even if I pass the mic, what might ya do?
I'll ask ya nice? not like I'm giving my hype to you
give ya the afterlife, take ur life from you
knife ya thru, get sliced in two
I'm dicing you, everything I'm writings true
you got no fight in you, am I exciting you?