Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes... Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..

Still poor n' still broke... but there's still hope..
At least I'm still dope, come on...f'real, bro?
I'd kill for getting cash, I'm real grown..
I can feel home, right where I'm from... living, well furnished
but still fight like a bum..
That's trifling, son... your only height's the slum
from the Bodega's to ghettos, beggars who pop.... without the Wayans Brothers..
Yeah.... n' I serve without a paid Butler..
My DNA butter? sharper than the Blade Runner..
In my world, everyday summer...
In that grey Hummer H2... I get dug, I'm putting ye grave under...
That's why names wonder about me like i'm down in the county...
They now wanna clown me cause I'm from Canada, so I sound like a Mountie...
But my hunger like Beth Chapman, going down for a Bounty...
Calling Leland in like, "there he is on the screen again"...
Stand up, but you kids are stand up, like the comedian...
March of the Penguins, bring Morgan Freeman in..
Me and the pen is like a meaning reprise... it's seen in my eyes...
Deep, beady, disguised... which lies the evil demon that hides..
Another tortured soul on the portrait roll...
looking at you, seems forcible....that's something family courts should know..
Kids of failing relationships become troubled as teens
the government sees this phenomenon, but where's the common law?
It's like the teacher in the detention centre, nodding off...
And now? how can you help it? as far as they're concerned...
The world rejects them... instead of a connection, 15 years later
they're getting arrested, a product of real love that was never invested..

Na, won't even go there... I'm pass that... Putting stocks in the future estate, my plate's the Nasdaq... riding till the wheels fall off, I'm still in the fast track... You wanna talk dough, but you're bred' off killing my cash stack..

Lyrics split, the echelon of rap, reflecting the mirror tip...
I hear it drip-ping off the paper, there's the experience...
I've brought my keystyles to many sites, averaging AT LEAST 50 lines a verse...
and every time it works, but afterwards my mind, it hurts..
I start running on empty, then these punks wanna come and resent me..
But I always comeback, so tell Spalding that I'm BALLING like that...
Punches fire off to the throat, watch em' fall on their back...
Then I give em' a suplex, n' roundhouse kick em' ALL TO THAT MAT..
They wanna attack, but it's in their best interest not to.
I throw shots through, hit everyone that you got with you..
Take you out of the writing game like a dropped issue...
Can't wipe the smirk off your face, does anyone got tissues?
Yeah.. officially great at dissing your mate...I'm a mystery...
made for history sake....But I mean, you're understanding that, right?
UNIVERSALLY recognized, but I'm seen in a Canada light..
So no matter which fan can recite, my lyrics, each show sounds like Amateur Night..
Wanna fight for your freedom? or keep the light to the ceiling...
and not see? You're either an original or a copy.... you got me?
Fuck it, let's talk turkey... I'll treat this like a Holiday...
this is my model, stay on my Charlie Angels FULL THROTTLE play...
Shit's like the Animal Kingdom, I'm seeing a lot of prey..
Just not a lot of carnivores to my artist score
art of war, Sun Tzu, they need to market more...
If it's all about a philosophy? why I'm reading Rene Descartes for?
The true meaning of life is seeing the hype n' not agreeing with it..
Like me, admittedly believing these evil gimmicks...
Na, won't even go there... I'm pass that...
Putting stocks in the future estate, my plate's the Nasdaq...
riding till the wheels fall off, I'm still in the fast track...
You wanna talk dough, but you're bred' off killing my cash stack..

I often don't care when I walk into a scheme of mine... You read a line, n' don't even see until the scheme's redefined.

Fuck it... I got time, might's well spend it..
Might as well swing off the fences, knock a kick to your senses.
N' if you're feeling lucky, don't allow Google to elude you.
I will, put you out of your misery, moving whimsically...
Through every intricate dissing scheme... you kidding? yo, this is mean.
This is seen, by far, as a tactic of killing you, till you bleed.
Till the amount of contusions creates an outer illusion
of you imitating a geyser of Red Kool-Aid, pouring out you, profusely.
You're fucking Goofy. More so than the Mickey guy..
Cornea than the muscles scene in your FREAKING eye. This is why..
I often don't care when I walk into a scheme of mine...
You read a line, n' don't even see until the scheme's redefined.
I paint portraits of naked corpses laying next to stable horses..
in a dim lit room, no clothes myself - to you like, "ain't it gorgeous?"
Isn't it magical? A perverse way of seeing a tragedy
as an upside of living amongst humanity, annually.
I'll make your Grandma knee down, then make her sit on her fanny, b.
Break her like a twig, then take out the rest of your family tree..
You understanding me? Eyes beat red..
I shit bullets and I eat lead.. Suffice to say, I keep fed.
Each thread... is just me, seeing MC's dead.
Shit's appalling. I'm your modern day Timothy Dalton...
figure you'll fault, and I'll be quick to diminish your cauldron...
with a written, assaulting ye, to you're beat into a submission, applauding..
Huh? Yeah, why would you be? Are you that stupid?
Oh wait. I forgot, you think A$ap Rocky's rap music.

packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow.. Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle.. n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.

But I digress - my mind's a nest, of rhyming designer sweats...
outlined the text, necessary to define the steps, to reach the prime of Messiah, yes..
my kind of desire's finding the fire necessary to reach..
...the message buried in here, my chariot's near the precipice...
so standing next to this, lyricist here's probably their best bet..
Matter fact? battle rap isn't even the question yet..
I resurrect the myriad of logic n' wear it, like it's apparel...
Write like the Pharaoh, igniting the barrel' - eclipsing, the flurry flying of arrows
from the Spartan's to the Persian's is the way I keep this mic up in here, bro....
I apologize.... Red Seas, lyrics departing tides...
Crossing bridges with words, n' splitting apart the art of the Apartheid's..
My... target's been marginalized.... a marksmen...
dark skinned... but sharp as a tack, parked in the back... at the surface, like it's a shark fin.
Yeah... Celph's is the heart in... the internal organ of music..
the formula used in metaphors and performing acoustics... so yeah,
if you get a sword, you better know how to use it..
It's just.. a forewarning to you, cause I got more war in this than
Western Society conforming to trends... this forum board's is nothing more than
the chorus that's in.... the pattern warped... in tangent to me..
draggin' your corpse across the plantation as hard as a javelin force..
But that doesn't matter, of course.... I got so much lines
packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow..
Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle..
n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.
I can keep going with this? my flow's the abyss..
In my top tier? There's only me. No other soul can exist..
The sole proprietor controlling the niche...
Yeah.... so let's stop with that, cocky cat... concocting rap
off the top, knock your offer back.
Fucking copycat. Talking smack' against me'... is the beginning
of where your ends meet... n' we don't got a pretend..
my thought's not melodic n' when the byproduct begins to try to war..
It's a lot like, being blindfolded in a dark room - trying find a door.
Their minds are kind of poor.. a penny for their thoughts..
would make 'sense' if it profited me.. but I'm a scholar, got a doctorate
seen... n' lyrical philosophy, key in..
N' if you were as smart, though, we're probably agreeing..
But we're not, so you see it's possible - you got to be DREAMING..
to even draw the conclusion that it's probable..
my model of fusion - perspiring lyrics..
is all for amusement... cause even College scholarship students..
can acknowledge the movement acknowledged to you to what's spawned in the blueprint..

Wow... never got tired of rapping. Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain. I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.

 

 

 

Yeah, tell em' to go cry home like, "THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET"...
Do I look upset? Do I look mad?
There's a lot of fish in the sea, so give me a hook, dad.
Yeah. I'm the storm bringer. I don't completely flaunt, I let my metaphors linger..
On the precipice. Make an indention where you was resting, bitch.
Yeah I got messages for any receptionist. You hang up my phone call?
I'm raiding you like a faggot in Stone Wall.
Put you in the freezer with Rocky - watching your bones thaw.
Fuck Spiderman, I'm Bonesaw.
So raw, I don't cook my Hamburger, I just eat it with coleslaw.
Oh, ha. I saw what did there. Did you?
Bet you fucking didn't. So shut up and admit it.
I could I spit a thousand keys, while you come up with a gimmick.
So sick, I run up in a clinic, asking for the fucking attendant.
I'm a hustler, your suckers a.... nothing, go for the Jugular..
Tell your mother to come to my house, my nuts need some rubbing up.
Here's my rubber nut. Now go home, you done enough.
Yeah, give me brain. Are you dumb enough? You want some of the cum in yah?
AWWW SHIT. acknowledge the brolic-ness.
Catch me with the college kids, rocking a Hollister shirt
like a nervous wreck. Tripping off Percocets.
Verses get crazy, suffering birth defects... it's hurting, yes.
Wow... never got tired of rapping.
Still at the helm, never took the time to hire a Captain.
I am in action. Me and Michael Bay got a dire attraction
to blowing things up. Only with me, I stick around to see your kind of reaction.
Fuck it. I keep firing, blasting.
Killing ya. Grilling ya for as long as I'm willing ta'...
So you need to come to a conclusion now. The music child.
You've forsaken me? Yeah, it's obvious to see you got that Judas style, money..
I'm nicknaming you Juvenile. Funny? don't think so.
Break the clock hands off n' watch your boat sink slow.
"I'm sick.", is that what you think, bro?
I think no. I drink SO... fucking much that I ink
flows, dressed in a pink robe.

Which's all I need for me to step into your subconscious slate... contemplate a world of my own, n' push your boundaries beyond its gate... Heartless - nothing platonic, mate... sort of demonic, more than iconic, traits of hip hop pull your monitor from it's sardonic state..

I key-style - which is flattering, I suppose.
But it's certainly not the best I can do...
every conceptual move is more a less perplexing to whomever
reads the text, and it's true...
twist your neck, till you flesh's askew
n' resembles the Exorcist, too. I spit transgression, the few
that see it, need the rest of the view
to come to the conclusion that it's not an illusion..
You see? I plot it, a lot like...the thought's amusing
so jot it in use a melodic fusion of patterns drawn...
to time segments n' periodical movements..
Word...
Got em' crumbling, dog ...n' some will applaud...
the rest will hate, designate shots that penetrate
thoughts faster than a millisecond of conscious...
Which is all I need for me to step into your subconscious slate...
contemplate a world of my own, n' push your boundaries beyond its gate...
Heartless - nothing platonic, mate...
sort of demonic, more than iconic, traits of hip hop pull your monitor from it's sardonic state..
Yeah, fuck it. I'm keying.
But feel like I'm dreaming in time, can't see what my mind's weaving..
teetering the scales of your logic, how's our product even?
It's not... you're mistaken here...I'm awaken, but bare naked, yeah...
rear-naked choke-hold the heir, make it clear...
Placing my stakes in here like the market, I'm taking shares...
Bone hoe's (Bono's) like Chaz - yeah, I think it's Cher...
I think it's fair enough... reflecting modern concepts, putting the mirrors up..
Make it abundantly clear, to queers, when I hear yah stuff...
Mixed emotions involved, I don't think you're dope here it all...
Can't aFord to lose my Focus at all...
Social media's grown to evolve, n' y'all are just another post on the wall...
I'm a dirt bag, a bag of dirt. You faggots hurt.
Mad... seeing the plague at work - you live in the 90's there, with your dragon shirt.
My style's a product of transcending. Plans ending to begin
of thinking outside of the box, as soon as I see the side's unlocked.
Outside of Zion, the lion that watches the herd running like it's a Fox..
My writing is shots of lightning, brightening watts in my idea bulb..
Feeding off of the pre-evolved sub species, y'all...
Because I can, exposing the upcoming plan... fuck a fan.
Got drive, tie up your seat-buckle band...
Feeling tired n' weary... comparing William Paley's design with science and theory...

Uber delicious! I propel musical interest within our generation to an unusual distance.. Hip Hop Is Dead? Oh it isn't? Then who's funeral is this?

I get it, aesthetic fire... burning my soul
the ember, turning to coal... had a yearning from inside me to learn the unknown...
Called it my home, alcoholic, but melodic in tone..
With such an attraction to it, the very thought of it's an erotica zone...
Yeah... crispiness. My interest is, pursuing it's livelihood.
Is it beside me? good. Told your Frodo to come and suck my Elijah Wood...
Uh yeah.... that's a metaphor setting a meta score...
Uber delicious! I propel musical interest within our generation to an unusual distance..
Hip Hop Is Dead? Oh it isn't? Then who's funeral is this?
Lift the veil? See a death-stricken male. Instant FAIL!
Yeah, what that means is, we're subject to image...
Enough gimmicks in the industry to push the publishers limits.
I summoned the physics of punishing humbling critiques who run with this, cynic-
ism, going through it.... their so influenced, hearing the Omen's movements...
Yeah, roll with it. Go with it. Have fun while you're at it.
If you look inside of the box, instead of out if it, you'll find this dramatic.
When in actuality? It's kind of just tragic.
If I were to relate this to owning a home, I'd say it's the old virgin, still inside of his attic.
Sorry, I'm just a rhyming fanatic... when I think about the consequence
of what we sacrifice? to our side of the deal.. it's no wonder we seek out that kind of appeal..
Trouble finding what's real... the greatest minds are concealed
inside of a box, trying to feel inside of it still, deciding it's why
We're puppets.. don't look much deeper than that rabbit hole.
But I'm in travel mode, straddled to luggage, baby. I have to go.
Yeah.... keep jotting down', deep, plotted sound...
deep conscious, propelling your feet to leap off the ground...

Transferred over to writing.... to the ode, till the road's enlightened. Oh, it's exciting! Yup. You notice a Titan. From the moment that Neptune is throwing his trident fork From the peak of an arch, overthrowing Poseidon!

Yeah. Heartless.
A thousand soul marches. Without any organs, there it's just cartilage...
Any resistant of it, is arduous... Hades arms
reach out from the marsh, and its... hand clenches up to you from the darkness...
The abyss, the physical cliffs... the peaks, the miserable
merit, of removing you from the afterlife and claiming on your physical spirit...
Yeah.... my heart's the prose, conducted from Robin Hood's archery bows..
Transferred over to writing.... to the ode, till the road's enlightened. Oh, it's exciting!
Yup. You notice a Titan.
From the moment that Neptune is throwing his trident fork
From the peak of an arch, overthrowing Poseidon
Causing a rift to overthrow the British Boats to an Island..
Intercepting world history - causing the globe to spin backwards...
Yeah, that's when rappers suffer terminal skin fractures..
From the mouth of Zeus, blowing sailor's off course, with murderous wind factors..
Yeah, off of the chart... a bottle trapped...
floating the artist, as quick as a heart attack...
Keep it kosher, f'real...
100 bars, there's no hope for appeal.
hearing the Lotus walk... trapped in a moments thought...
suffer sardonic shock.
Keep the momentum building, the pencil's will is.. quite marvelous..
a harmonious... speaking on rhythm... deep in his vision..
Have to war to keep peace in the system..
Or cause a stir for people to listen..
This the life we live.... parents of spiteful kids..
Siblings fighting bids.... Rappers are broke...living the rich life on Cribs.
Rent the whip, dispensing expensive shit.
Oh, you rented this? Is that a Bentley and a Penthouse? with..
expensive kicks? Oh, shit! They ain't even come out yet!!
The man in the mirror looking back at you like, "YOU AIN'T EVEN COME OUT DEBT"!!!
We burn money. Illuminati the term, dummy.
Earn money. If there's ANYTHING that you'd wish you can learn from me.
Can't fuck with those dollars and credits, gotta ball on a debit card..
and get it, like G.Dep. "Blood", Sweat, and Tears" - you see? I don't C-STEP.
Baby Momma want those fees checked.
Dressed sequins, for her, her mom, and all of her 3 friends!

Yeah, life's a beach, the ocean of thought, approaching a drop with tear drops are only magnified by the boats, while they watch my inner emotions unlock..

A trickling daze of misery sank with whim as he sinks in a page...
the smell of whiskey, liquor enraged, thinking he'd been drinking for days..
Yeah, life's a beach, the ocean of thought, approaching a drop
with tear drops are only magnified by the boats, while they watch my inner emotions unlock..
No grain to be against, when I expose the reefs of life, n' see the fence.
The candid camera perspective, seeing the freedom, locked into meaning, less..
To the point you can't see the lens, to the point drifts into bliss
imagination, and we pretend... scared to follow the truth
But all of it's proof.... From the Garden of Eden, to the particle leaving
Adam's racing heart as it's beating hard, acknowledging the fruit of desire..
We've since fed the musical ire, to its attire
created businesses, and incubated the room to require the movement, those were doomed to aspire..
Yeah... my own game, it's unknown flames
blown from broken propane tanks like Hank Hill, tho.
F'real though... the essence of matter, pressed into messages gathered
from woven sentences, shatter the fallacy of what psychoanalysts have studied for ages..
Period points, pussy bloodying pages.
But he's frowned upon, because of his face... different ethnicity. It's a tradition, we..
Moved from Pangaea. Spawned Europe.
Been a benefactor for killing ourselves since year one.
Became of product of man, the man's product is the Prodigal ban..
The lavish desecration of God and his plan, brought the comets to land...
Washed out with a flood... An arc on the tail of the sea, you see em', down in the mud..
Bruised by consequence and defeat, much too proud to look up..

I got concepts for days, context displayed as murals as they're dropped on a page.. Jotting a maze you're boxed in, to find it's the key to my provocative rage..

Cold as winter, fuck summer! I'm bringing December back.....
You remember your training? Yeah, well..I'm the one who taught your mentor that...
Fucking Master Splinter's a rap beginner to what I'm dropping...
I make Summer cold as the funnel hole, buried deep... while it's under snow...
Bitch, I'm sprinting in a running zone... get outmatched
if you come alone, punches crumble bones, tumble your dome...
All these mumbling clones, trying to run up the hierarchy..
without the proper guidance, over the top? topple; they drop in silence.
Who the hell wants to hear em'? If you really believe in God...
Don't even nod, when you see the demon, just breathe in awe...
Spit flames that rival pyrotechnics, don't need a jaw.
I live out of the boundaries of mortals, I don't agree with law.
Your plateau is the fabrication of lawmakers...
Who cite sanction, and write indictments on withdrawn paper..
It's kind of funny, your mind just follows the climb of money....
The grind's something... eyes widened, see the broader perspective
like I am realizing the fine discussion....
rhyming substance, blurring lines
from the signs defined at the time of judgement. -day...
Yeah, in the brink of destruction, pave-
the articulate leadership, that you read n' are clearly agreeing with..
Most wordsmiths pray on their message as a dictatorship..
I just look at the paper, n' say that, "that's the way it is"..
If you got a present, you can find the way to display your gift...
Charles Darwin made evolution, the belief made the creationist.
This right here? is lyrical cartilage... from hearing an artist...
so open minded, his kind's said to be a Liberal Darwinist.
But nah.... they say they got it, while I beg to differ
this thread's like my bread and liquor, I bred' it, connected
it's like my SECOND LIVER...
Sorry to say, but there's not one person here's as effective...
you hear the directive, so you either a deer in the headlights, or you're here to respect it...
I got concepts for days, context displayed as murals as they're dropped on a page..
Jotting a maze you're boxed in, to find it's the key to my provocative rage..
Now open the door... go ahead, scope through the board...I assist...
First chair like the violinist.. the lion is..
still mind and body, body as high as his.... mane.... never quitting...
spinning heads the text I've written, this sections' the Exorcism.
I won't say that I wasn't greeted with skepticism..
so displaying my wisdom, raw as it was, was my next decision...
cause...
Kids can only respect what the moment deflects right there,
while it's happening, in the shower, jump out, I gotta go grab a pen..
and a pad, in then... ponder the thought I had n' then add it in..
while it's hot..... smile I got to write it down, n' now it's locked...
in thought, go back and read it after leaving the bath, completing
the track for feeding from cats who're reading it back, agreeing with that
by seeing the facts left... always come as a whole, so NO, I don't half step...
Cats rep, because being me's an aspect.
I've come to expect, like the writings on the wall of an Aztec..
Warrior.... to the Roman pillar, decorum from forum's more than iller..
Piss kids off like a wore a chinchilla....
Raiding you faggots, ignoring Attila...
Let my formula fill a.... void, it's my killjoy.
Gepetto... all I wanna see's a real boy..

Ha... Celph Taut, a wake of a giant.. making the Mayans correct their mistakes and place their faith into science... A sacred alliance of written basics that've taken the highest.. Honor bestowed upon a mortal, more than the greatest defiance..

Forget what you thought.... too perplex, baby steps got my text to the top...
But maturity progressed a lot.... through methods, n' intellectual sessions...
It's vexing. I know. Sitting in a room full of Yes Man..
That'll nod.... moments ahead of ever knowing the question.
So you know, proposing the lesson of pattern breaks... barrier, n' gathering..
shock that natural static makes causes the masses to casually gravitate...
to what you are saying.... without being punctual..
I'm comfortable laying the groundwork... under the pavement...
If you fuckers are playing... chances are what you're producing here's nothing amazing..
In fact.....you're the layer of bacteria pulling the skin back.
I've been rap. Right to the core, the vocal light... scoping life to your board...
Like an open mic to perform... I'm saying, bro.
the creative lobe, back to civilization's Ancient Rome...
writing the basics like the Mayan, Midas of ages, it's placed in stone.
Drawing abrasions on your thought process,
causing plausible statements to fall through the cracks..
n' splash across the pond that you call an oasis..
Yeah.. word to @KwaL!ty ™ ... my quality's the anomaly...
that brought you all to me... not a flaw, nodding off
on you cause you all are weak... talking, yet the topic's obsolete...
top retreat of Messiah, water walking across my feet..!!!
Ha... Celph Taut, a wake of a giant..
making the Mayans correct their mistakes and place their faith into science...
A sacred alliance of written basics that've taken the highest..
Honor bestowed upon a mortal, more than the greatest defiance..
Breath life into this.. I write with a fist tightened until I feel the pain
right in my wrist. Enlightening what you like in this shit..
N' if you hate it? debate it. Makes no sense in trying to relate it..
..to any other medium that you see the genius impeding on.
What you are reading's wrong. Never learned the proper way to operate...
A lot of talking, mate. But you've learned nothing from it..
Heed these words, this here's a tougher summit...
Watching you fucker's plummet to the brink of destruction..
thinking you'll function from it..
But that's a fallacy, son.... the oddity of the Prodigal one.
Words laid out, scribed on walls, and become
the guidelines to follow, begun the model of most writers who lived to see tomorrow, and won.

Axe handle, a swipe in the night to flicker the light.. of your wax candle... tracks ammunition, alas..I am raps vandal...

I reign supreme..... brain's a satanic theme of volcanic ash
on tracks, making wax faintly seem taint to me.
Don't wanna argue. I've harboured enough ill will..
to Kill Bill... removing your nerves, like who do you still feel?
On the contrary, I've mastered a lot of my core being...
metaphors leaving like... the darkness impeding light..
Read and write, causing mayhem without worrying about
consequences, why for? This is my war. That do or die form..
Biding my time, inside of the eye of the storm...
Anti-social at most events, just to quiet the norm.
But that all changes when it's time to perform..
Relinquish what they've established, displaying talents that outweigh your creative balance...
AH... take a breath of fresh air n' just..
Be aware of the tier, I'm the heir, the lyrics just mirror us..
Axe handle, a swipe in the night to flicker the light..
of your wax candle... tracks ammunition, alas..I am raps vandal...
Word.... could they say I was wrong..
Believe me, I feel everything I convey on a song..
While they're portraying the well wishers, hoping to get my prize pot..
my shots, resonate mind shocks... that will cause
the times designed clocks to spin on a uncoordinated intervals..
while you guys watch , in awe, pull back the fabric of time, propel it n' clock ye jaw...
I'm the doctrine, dog. Whether you're walking off..
the set.. do not forget, I supersede modern law...

Well that's capital, loser... I snap you up by your back-pack and I school ya... So "Snapback", n' see if I'm not "Fitted" to Mac ya, like an Apple Computer!

WOOOOOOOOOWWW! And that's after writing alone...
Like thunder and lightning when he gets that microphone right in the zone...
If you want a problem? Then don't you move when I'm using the throttle...
To run you over and "Take your breath away", like a beautiful model...
Causing homicides, normally. Don't want to kill? Then that's more for me...
I go to war, socially awkward, could never fit in conformity...
Well that's capital, loser... I snap you up by your back-pack and I school ya...
So "Snapback", n' see if I'm not "Fitted" to Mac ya, like an Apple Computer!
I don't get it anymore... kids wanna follow in trends?
I shoot at your fucking frame with hollowed-in-ends, on your iPod, while you're calling your friends...
Fuck it... you're drop in the bucket to what I got...
personal punches... bring up hearses in bunches, with words that are curving your substance...
I got quite the Bravado... living life by the bottle...
Capturing lightning that you would most likely swallow...
Check out my document papers... cocky and pompous...
A savior, putting every orifice of your flesh into possible danger...
Yeah... reading the Torah, I got much wiser...
Then I lost it all when I drank a Budweiser...
Who the fuck is smart? Can suck a fart that's so up the chart
of the carbon dioxide scale you'll throw up, like cover art...
I'm the covenant of whom you speak...
Too elite... every other human on this fucking earth's been proven weak...
A champion... a crown made of titanium alloy...
My style, boy... look at your style like, "Take a look at me now!"
My book's are profound... the gospel of men...
Not even the Apostles can pretend like I'm not taking it back...
To that sacred place on the map...
And there's no space to react... I'm an atom bomb...
Who could self destruct since his dad's gone, only actually had a mom...
Think about it... that's like... 5 kids where I lived...
Mother on her 9 to five so she could buy us all kinds of shit...
So I'm looking for something I can surprise her with...
Luxury riding whips, diamonds, and other custom designer ish...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat...
That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep...
I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged...
penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication...
They'd never face em... why the fuck would they?
Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells...
From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell..
I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells..
I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock...
your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot?
His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot...
A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed...
It's my time, don't get clocked out...
Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole...
Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent?
The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance...
I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge...
A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...
Got a popular prowess...
Giving you notice, I'm James Holmes
after the Aurora Theater, got punchlines rigged with explosives...
I'm the one they commonly followed... leaving dominance and any
common sense hollowed... shit, it's almost like Rocky/Apollo...
The underdog... that's too cocky to swallow...
No chance... I slow dance with these tempos..My Chemical Romance
with the pencil...
His whole plans are suspenseful... minus the intricacy
of his patterns... it's hard to adjust when he gives you a marginal thrust...
bars will get crushed under arms, make em' harder to touch...
N' after it's done? He sits back n' smokes a cigar from the rush...

I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe... Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to.. The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..

I'm free-balling, yeah.. Spalding, too much ass for me to call in..
If it wasn't bad before, it will be, after this scalding pot of lava...
tips the fuck over, n' you're sitting there.... feel the hot synch your
wig faster than Michael Jackson's pepsi ad... I get this sketching Pad..
Turn it up a notch... get fucking socked to your mellon, that...
is too compelling, a felon at the state - yelling at the gate...
Sugar free, my stature is saturate... tie you up wit' the masking tape....
at the back, bending over - homie, your ass gets raped!
AWWW... why did you go there? Because I didn't, out of respect to your
gay father... I slay daughters, lay em' under a bridge.
That's not a metaphor for any hatchet burying, but I burry the hatchet...
One Flew Over My Cuckoo's Nest like Nurse Ratchet..
You thought of infinity? That's cool, I'm spitting a verse past it.
Emerging victorious, and that's where the story is.
Notorious... look as this basterd, style's Inglorious..
The Bear Jew... with his ear to the wall like, "Bitch, I can HEAR you"
Better come out slowly, or I turn you to a hoagy.
All your sides come out, and I hit you a double bogey, 'o' meh..
And yeah, natural fire yo I haft a desire
a momentum building within me like the river raft of Messiah
parting the red sea... the art's in, every partisan said, b.
Yea, retarded with threads on the board's like marketing spread sheets..
Oh, fuck the bragging... nah, I've done that plenty enough..
Pen's destructive, sending you fucks honorary medical crutches..
Definitive reach, limiting speech recanted to primitive beats..
That I'm hearing... 6 Million Dollar Man, see the geek's engineering?
suffer speech interference once your dial enters my frequency
An evil man. I'm sorry, I won't allow you to leave, peacefully..
Unique MC's are cool, but I don't quite get the feeling of ripping...
It's more like a regurgitation of borrowed thoughts, they're re-appealing the system..
I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts
inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe...
Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to..
The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..
Yeah... because I'M A DO ME... GRIMEY NEW KEY.. so envision that..
physicality with precision, where's the incision at?
Give me the scissors back! your shit's whack!!! FUCK YOU.
Bottom line's I'm the one you look up to.. makes sense
Sky high, see pilots as they fly by..
This is MY SKY... kamikaze you faggots, screaming out "BYE BYE"!!!
N'SYNC shit.. gonna jump into my time capsule
Make you feel like your putting, holding that 9, asshole.
My mind Castro... lines? Hasbro..
Play games, trying catch up to MY FAST FLOW..

I lift the directive, with every perspective inch.. Got Octogenarian descendants suspended in my thoughts, so the older generation has lent its gifts, for lack of a better word, to my potential, it's gravy.. my mental shifts off the resonation of every suspenseful wince..

Yeah, roll up in a mall full of shoppers n' take my clothes off...
tripping like a hippy overdosed a bottle of Zoloft..
I'm a fucking nut case, shit, I'm sure Mr.Peanut wants his monocle back..
demonic, have to balance it out for you fucks by spitting comical rap..
I've learned to fight fits of depression with written suggestion
persuading the global media to put their iconic figures into witness protection...
Back and forth with the panic attacks, exacerbated my anger
to the point, I dangle ye from an noose; you hang from an angle, bra..
I've learned a lot in life, not being a sucker's one of them...
The second's not to fall into second, be first... draw a connection...
My Silver Lining's Playbook - a flawless projection
of writing vividly, so you can explore the perspective, for your inspection..
Going over it many times, kid's writing is weak...
All of sudden a new generation's pushed back the standard of what's tight n' unique...
So you got these Baby Bloomers who're finding their peak..
Have yet to be seen as introspective, n' are admired for their work..
That logic is misdirected.
Kill off the garden variety like a disinfectant..
You're only old news cause western culture merits a certain look-ism to make it..
If that's absent? You're looked at as basic.
Creativeness is traded for craziness. And it's lame, the more sane it is.
Meat dress to keep fresh? or meaningful deepness..
with a seamless uniqueness, objective to how substance is seen on your TV screen sets?
Yeah.... I'm able to adopt different agendas
Because at least my body of work transcends the obviousness of camaraderie, perched..
on every thought. Word strong, curbing the molecular
curve on the verge of extinction... always up, let the vertical sink in..
Old school, from the emerging of Lincoln to the proverbial Sphinx and..
Determined to keep on point more than the surgical sinking his tools
into the cervical link, then...
MAYBE.. they'll finally catch my drift..
Bet it, bitch. I kicked out of my written is like, now you can fetch the shit..
I lift the directive, with every perspective inch..
Got Octogenarian descendants suspended in my thoughts, so
the older generation has lent its gifts, for lack of a better word,
to my potential, it's gravy.. my mental shifts off the resonation of every suspenseful wince..
You though? you know. Looking gayer than Bruno.
Hold you underwater, deprive you of H20.
I'm loco. The rest of you ordinary people just don't know..
..I snap? and EVERYBODY'S getting shots - 1 Hour Photo
Word to Robin William's prowess, my syllable style is..
Instrumental to how I'm killing a thousands of villagers, with the lyrical's, now it's empirical.
Here we go. ...RIGHT around like a Merry-Go.
Kevin MacLeod would be proud, he'd swear it's a miracle.

I've done it. You can either fathom it, or suffer Protruding the forum of doubt, causing the manuscript to buffer..

 

 

 

Futuristic, this is the past world...
I'm so sick, I make tracks 'Earl,
like 'Sweatshirt", no disrespect to that cat... TWIRL
concepts around like charm bracelets to disarm statements..
Bored as fuck... But I'm sure I've said that already..
I levy my mind, it tends to get heavy.... inside's the Serengeti..
Lion's are here, in many. You're trying, but barely ready.
The Zion, the sign of lyrics, a tier that's steady
over the sick, the hospital Mount Sinai can constrict inside of their medic folders, the older I get.
Get the cold shoulder, n' sniffle..
Break your bones, cause it's brittle...
Patrolling the middle, the epicentre of killing most of you clones with a riddle.
While I'm dozing, sleeping. The chosen meet the opposing deep end..
My specialty's exposing weakness, most humans have learned to know as secrets..
Yeah, strictly a sequence of sticking a piece of metal prod.
to your temporal lobe, until the experience alone, causes a mental implosion..
I rock tracks with every instrumental that's chosen..
So let's be smart for a sec... I'm dark and direct, with emotions hard to project..
I'm not a Matyr, but yet sacrificed my heart to the net.
My mind may have of slipped, but trust me when I say these bars don't forget!
Faggot. You're only a well wisher cause you're well wishing..
..I'm godsend, recipe for disaster in Hell's Kitchen..
Listen to me. It's a common analogy to say there's many fish in the sea..
but as idealism portrays, they're really at bay.
Realism leads the fillers astray..
My lyrics stay in a safety net of schemes, while I stake my next regime.
So place your bets with me. Reach a place, defining all time and space, of ecstasy..
embrace the emergence of greatness, and believe...
I've done it. You can either fathom it, or suffer
Protruding the forum of doubt, causing the manuscript to buffer..

That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter... Interwoven rhymes, one line from another... Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...

They were asking if I'm still around... washed up
cool, let your feelings drown... Celph's grilling crowns...
Whether you like it or not, or wish to fight it...
Just know that when the curtain is drawn? The shit's recited...
So don't try to prick a giant...
Cause I'm not washed up. Go ahead, pick a hydrant.
Got your death warrant available if you wish to sign it...
I don't rock a mask or disguise when my tracks on the rise...
I always keep my music behind the pupil like the back of the eyes...
Yes... I went with that, don't blame me.
Got some "dick-riders" supposedly. Won't hate me.
Colder than ever, tell the Polar bear, I'm over here.
Been a frozen pair of icicles my whole career...
"Now, Celph, you know it ain't a career" well it's art,
and I'm painting in here... every day of the year...
That's why you clowns are just chumps... you talk trash
than you wonder why you're down in the dumps... get your mind out the gutter...
Interwoven rhymes, one line from another...
Beget verses, keep my grind paradigm on the shutter...
That means it keeps going, frame by frame.
Still driving, never changed the lane. And you wonder why your game stays the same...
That's because if you don't experiment with it?
How the fuck do you expect to explode? It lacks chemistry!
Look up the boy in the book, I can rap endlessly...
I go into my room and act like a black menace, b...
Might as well call me Dennis when this powers evoked...
With a clean approach at the root, I'm out of your Scope...
You cowards can hope for the change to come...
brain's deranged, exchanging puns... with these weak faggots that...
Can't get down wit' the funk...
End up going up to the mic to say what's up, and despite...
Resources saying not to... they do anyways like they got to...
You're looking at a top dude...
You're on the Rolodex... you just stop through...
Saying that you're the best, it's just not true.
Stay beast-in. Comfortable with my wordplay...
Right from the soil, don't give a fuck what the herbs say...
I push a pesticide, when I'm doing my dirt, lay
a plant in the ground like I gave a fuck about Earth day...

You'll likely see the type of MC you like doing anything to be hype on the scene... That's why they're fighting wit' schemes...

See, the average's of rappers have been stumped...
You'll likely see the type of MC you like doing anything to be hype on the scene...
That's why they're fighting wit' schemes...
Trying to wrestle wit' bears... that's why the top business prospects are investing in shares
pressed into locked job markets to share with the rest of their peers
That's why the pressure, despair of texture got investors aware...
the treasures is here... middle class citizens can't get a career...
litigation's and tyranny... appear to be
the only ones of hearing thee' down low on clowns, yo...
They now know... ready to pressure the game...
More than any one adventure contains
Hard to mention my name... school yard bully
to the elementary frame... hard talk, their defense is the same...
All squawk, call a birdie to that...
Train of thought got aim when I'm wording a track...
Out of my shell, hard cracked... like Taco Bell...
Devil's pie serving it, every step's a walk in hell...
I've lost my bravado, stopped caring for this...
I guess doing it still adds to my arrogant niche...
It's a cliche to say I have drive, arrive on the Free way...
But still be a merchant "on line", like it's Ebay...
It's ya D-day. Sweet, make the teeth ache.
While you work the machines, aye, I'll be there with the free weights...
I freebase... going out of every flow, like a speed chase...
Each pace, got baggage, like Springer does with a brief case...
Yeah that raw flow... Alaskan cod...
Setting out that master rod... out of this world, it looks like I crashed my pod...
like Roger did... no Stan Smith...
Grown man shit... your blow make a fan quit...
Hungry still, I'm ready for the banquet...
Ahead of my times, lines plan to outlive my grand kids...
Fuck is you saying? Talking about you hustling...
They don't put muscle in... I'm like, "where your hustle been?"
Where it at? Cause out here, I'm gearin' black...
Twins come out, get you and the misses - call it the Parent Trap...

No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern... Weaving bombs in a neat pattern. You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...

Seeping deep in the cut... I ain't happy till the speakers are up..
Optimus Prime, rocking em' lines, and they're diesel as fuck...
So all were missing is Michael Bay, n' all them explosions...
No CGI, all reality in plausible motion...
No screen capture, I'm the Green Lantern...
Weaving bombs in a neat pattern.
You geeks battling on the beat can just keep chattering...
A controversial slang... sit or play up, I gotta lay up like Kirko Bangz...
Nothing but net that will blow your brain out like Kurt Cobain's...
Sitting on the La' La' La', with my pilot on Purple Planes...
While they're trying to figure me out...
It's not like I keep triggers...
No peace, got beats if I wanna ruin you weak niggas...
If you're not thinking big enough, you're simply not in my league...
Got liquid metal pumping through my I.V
Thai' weed... make my fucking eyes Chinese...
Cop like 5g's... then it's off to work..
dropping purp... around the clock, like an Office clerk...
This is me... freaking trees like I'm in a forest...
The kid's enormous with pitching, no Trouble With The Curve here...
Win decks, make em' words clear...
I got my herd here... Lions, we preserve fear... striking it in your colony...
No association with twitter, I make em' follow me...
Head Honcho, Apollo Creed fighting Rocky, get dropped with ease...
Second nature, I breathe through the essence...
each key as its weaving a sentence, through the fabric of time...
My body of work, the anatomy lines
parallel to my height, I'm on my gravity grind...
No space boots... Andy Kaufman, Man on the Moon...
out of this world, cause your planet some doom...
No speaking in tone, I reach in your zone like the defense linemen...
When I get to rhyming... it's best that you step behind, and...
Peep game. That chip on your shoulder? Is just a weak grain...
Running online shit, like Anonymous, I don't need names...

Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme... acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...

OK I'm back... off of work.....
Felt like I'd put my pennies in....
stare at the mirror there with a friendly grin...
That guy I use to know of? I put an end to him....
adrenaline swinging back forth inside of me like a pendulum...
Yeah, don't care much if that didn't rhyme...
acidic lines expose the inner walls frozen inside the frigid mind...
Take a step a closer, and look behind.
Took time. Fuck fish, if you wanna come get this hook? fine.
Nobody's stopping you. Certainly not me.
If there was a top 4 that you had, I'm at least in the top 3.
And that's only because they can not see...
The genius, the mediocrity that seems to oppose everyone of my obstacles.
How can I sit idly by, dividing my kind of rhyming, aside..
from everything I've witnessed, I'm biding my time.
I'm coal mining, finding diamonds inside of my rhyme... pad...
I'm bad to the bone...I looked at him n' said, "define: bad"..
Because you're not mad like I'm mad. I'm fucking INSANE..
Pictures of Sharon Tate being stabbed by Manson up in my brain...
n' I'm reluctant to change... indestructible range...
Something that's strange... pure idealism for coming...
n' fucking busting your brains out of your cranium. You angry, son?
Well, I'm Titanium..... MIDI mind Alien.
Transporting thoughts among the millennium falcon...
Truly insulting, lyrical spits here mimic a cauldron...
Moving on property like monopoly, your ministries faulting...
This industry's a cult that recruits you idiots often...
So congrats -- you made your first dance hit....
Dick longer than Big's verse on that "One More Chance" shit..
Yeah, I don't fit the mold - I'm rather against it..
a 60 minute drop, that'd make Dan Rather contentious
My manner's rather impressive, gathering weapons at the site of war...
No holds barred, kind of form. "Why are you fighting for"?
I'm not like the norm..... I hate the media.
Superstar's are greedy fucks n' all we do is eat it up.

...I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...

Trust me, it's not a thing...
I bada-bing you Scarface's...
when em' hard aces come out of the fucking guitar cases! (Desperado, nigga!)
And that's a bar statement (think about it, where is that scene taking place? LOL!)
Get the heart racing...
I'm part Myers, I'm part Manson, and I'm part Jason!
I wait until you see that mask of mine, then I start chasing...
Cause I'm a mastermind with the ratchet, trying to match the violence...
of today's youth, find you a casket
and have you latched inside it... Beatrix Kiddo, but no actual bride shit...
No actual Pride shit...
No rainbows, or parade floats, but actual Pride shit...
I'm talking massive fighters! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride_Fighting_Championships)
That can pass as writers...
I'm a bastard fire... with a pulled match, and lighter...
No last survivor...
Yeah you got bars and sentences, but no actual priors...
And with a cop? You'd sing, like a classic choir!!...
You niggas talking about your triggers are blazing...
But you're a miniature Asian, them shits are only bigger in Beijing...
I stay king... look at your ricochets as a play thing...
You're certainly not ready for my shadows and what they bring...
I'm drama manifested... I'm the North Korean
dictators fire and fury, I'm the Aryan, sitting inside of a jury
at a African American's trial... I'm the arrogance
of the worlds wretched inheritance crowned... built up and tearing it down...
The images of "where are they now"
Yeah, fuck living...
Suicide... you either do or die... motherfucker, choose a side!!!!!!

But trust me I spark fatal... speak on a clown bringing beasts to the town to eat through em', wound up like you're in Sharknado...The King, like Clark Gable... Don't play with these faggots, you take a swing n' I'm bringing em' Monkey Bars... to your park table...

Word, they wanna roll weed, then proceed
to go for that higher drug, but a hit of this shit'll make em' OD
No kidding, no jokes, no writtens, no posts
from me is like having no potency in that roach, agreed?
Got it on locked down, so were freed...
So many locations for holding cheese, is like Ratatouille went overseas!
Skill sick, no disease... real thick... bones increase...
They can smell fear off of their flesh when the pheromones release
Cause they don't know a beast... but it's kick started...
Blood on the doors and whores with 666 markings...
Yeah... many amenities, but which market?
I'm going for the pitch, barking shit at retarded kids, sparking...
shit about shock value, just plugs for the outlets
Trying to get ("Reed" Dollaz), but can't stretch it, so it sounds Meek...
But the Richer(Richard) they get? they Storm with principle...
Sue'-in everybody in site, then go Invisible...
-Women is what they're like... don't wanna stay and fight...
playing like they're hot shots... until they're in Mourning(Morning), they gotta say GOODNIGHT!
But trust me I spark fatal... speak on a clown
bringing beasts to the town to eat through em', wound up like you're in Sharknado...
The King, like Clark Gable...
Don't play with these faggots, you take a swing
n' I'm bringing em' Monkey Bars...
to your park table... Iron, man... Stark cable...
jump start your heart with one shock, if you aren't able...
Ha... Marvel at the wizardry...
The shit I key, would make Harry Potter wanna visit me...
And you can Die Hard, if you're Living Free...
Life is like a game, motherfucker, I'm on the winning team!!!...
Got em' in a dream... nightmare is over...
Gee, I'm not your average Joe, but I can fight with a Cobra Commander!
Go toe to toe with the Lantern...
the arch nemesis... to space apart sentences with laser-dart emphasis!!!...
So play your part, and this is the end of your journey...
So much sentences, it's like I'm friends with attorneys...
But yeah, you're not a king... I'm plotting, bring your whole fam...
through and get em' blown in half; I call that Gustavo Fring!

 

Shoot like Django, debris from the pistol smoke would make wizards choke... Wizards choke like they felt it burning up in their throat! Making waves, this is a boat...nigga float! Saying So long, Jay!,(Solange) ...like a Jigga joke! If you're feeling this shit's too cold for you? Get a coat!!!...

yet... what's the point, he's still holding the cards...
Full tilt poker, cigars... and there's nothing here folding, that's ours....
Yolo, roll with the stars... tougher than a meteor hit...
Believe me, evil as shit... only chickens I see on the "Strip"...
Are your team... yea, my work's Jekyll
with "Relativity" in each, any jerk gets heckled... verses causing the "Earth to Echo"
Reverb for these herbs... live in the ground...
Just sprouted from out of it, feeling like citizens now...
Given it is profound... such a feat... my talent embarks
on a much more desirable plain... in the fire, a pyro' remains...
unharmed... no technicalities either... just ether
for you faggots, get sprayed...
daggers, I play with, don't get dragged in the way...
Or laid out on the Veranda, where the maggots can prey...
Get mangled, fillet n' dangled, they saying you hanging with me?
We can tango for free...
Shoot like Django, debris from the pistol smoke would make wizards choke...
Wizards choke like they felt it burning up in their throat!
Making waves, this is a boat...nigga float!
Saying So long, Jay!,(Solange) ...like a Jigga joke!
If you're feeling this shit's too cold for you? Get a coat!!!...
(How the nigga write so many lines)
Homie, flow's refined sodium, I'm... all too much for you salty niggas...
If you popping right off the top? It will result in triggers...
Nah, it'll result in insults to make you pull out your guns...
and try to squeeze...Not complaining, though
it's a normal response... considering the come up, it's what the formula wants...
And with me? I'm quite enormous in taunts...
I get it going, those feeling overconfident with it? I put their head below em!
Now what you "over"-confident with, you talkative prick?
I just put your head below your body, you looking awkward as shit!

Big fishes in a small pond... Fucking look at his face... all brawn... For that sympathy? All gone...

Yeah, I know..
The main attraction, they all are just a side show...
act... the type of guy to leave your spine blown back...
find Prozac inside of a backpack, left unattended, and...
You might well call 9-1-1 and get the medics in...
I'm menacing... only a disfigured neck where a head's been...
Flow fire, the result of the track? Looks like Freddy's skin...
RAWR... nah, fuck a growl...
I look like Jack Napier, with a tougher style..
Make a motherfucker couple his upper brow...
In concern... the tutorial so the winners learn...
Flesh's tough, skin's firm... infectious, they gotta wonder if it's a germ...
I'm spitting out... pathogens flying...
photographic memory, pictures capture the violence...
I know, pretty poetic, right?
A rap prophet, in the in-between...
Living his dream, and just doesn't care, making em' Agnostic...
You need flash cards? Remedial minded...
This isn't even intermediate, I'm in a different class then them...
Rapping comes natural, nothing prosthetic
in here... Iverson wit' the rhyming, friend... lines are kind of like Ricin
seeping inside the skin...
Sleeping, you tired then?
Sound like a 5, I win... I'm more like a higher 10...
So it's dire, you require some higher fire power, like...
a flame thrower... no more tokens, the games over...
I train soldiers... a poisonous viper, shooting his venom, son...
Killing off your team, even if there's 10 of them...
Fast, lyrics come in to term, like seeing Jenner run...
They could never come... close with this... put simply? There's no interest...
You can turn-tail, still doesn't matter, a quick kill...
So until, you can build up your motto? No big deal...
You will, get slaughtered the same, don't bother, fathered the game...
Got a lot to detain, fugitive shit...
Yeah, dude's legit... if you saw him? yeah, you would've flipped...
Big fishes in a small pond...
Fucking look at his face... all brawn...
For that sympathy? All gone...
Maul on... any track... ask where the pen's at. It's a Reynolds wrap...
For this game, boy... no Nintendo...
Up in the North, but still hold the central... don't even know his full potential...

I'm on a whole ..other level, the prodigal son of the anatomical one... So if you wanna become a casualty, the fabric I weave can dawn on you from..

My text is hard, I roll up in this, then move to my next cigar..
flexing bars, like muscles, I got philosophers saying that I'm...
the next Descartes, toughest on board, just when you thought Chess was smart..
If life's like a classroom, then bitch, I'm skipping the lesson part..
My message arch, is a symbol of words that kids can observe n' acknowledge
without earning a scholarship for a term, or ever learning in College..
You determined to follow this? Well, shit, that's cool...
I'm just letting it flow, like... my genetic was prone
to it, better know - round' heir, like the letter O' was of royalty...
The Real Mccoy's decoy to me.. Aluminum couldn't foil me..
I'm a... different kind of attack, the mind of IRAQ
locked inside of a shack ...miles away from civilization, just trying to rap..
Fuck it... you wanna go Mano e' Mano, bro?
I'm on a whole ..other level, the prodigal son of the anatomical one...
So if you wanna become a casualty, the fabric I weave can dawn on you from..
perspective angles, symmetrical to the pencil I've drawing in here..
Dog, a career isn't logical, here's a killer that'll murder ye...
Serving ye cervical linings to the linen of your living room furniture..
I'm just kidding, like fuck writtens, what's up.. with enough shit
in my bag, for a patient of colostomy to come up n' ask what it's costing me...

Boredom is golden, I'm at the memorial of my former patrol, an... There isn't a forum or a board on the net, I see with a formidable foe in..

If there's even an INKLING of doubt, I open their brain just to see what they're thinking about...
I'm a Sphinx with a mouth of a paradox, drinking a Stout...
extra Guinness... yo, I flex' text in minutes...
So step to me, n' get your fucking NET REP diminished..
Boredom is golden, I'm at the memorial of my former patrol, an...
There isn't a forum or a board on the net, I see with a formidable foe in..
So when.... kids draw to the conclusions, n' use that anchor
to dawn on my music, I pull this ace out of the hole n' make em' all an exclusive.

So think about that for a second, I'm a practical weapon of mass destruction, latched in a jet and blasting over Castro's defense men...

I like sickness... I write with a tight fitness
regimen, I just get it in... no anabolic or medicine...
Trust me... hard in the paint, the bars are my strength... arms curls on the reg.
pick up a keg' quicker than ever...
lifting the lever off of the tip... Hugo Weaving, with a different Vendetta...
Holding the plane in the air, ready to balance it...
whatever the case may be? I'm thinking of this, waiting to land...
Anything feisty to kick this vacation off hand...
Time and space is the plan, I'm completely devoid of in between
Spitting off the top, going ham and living the sinners dream...
Then confession awaits.... I profess I'm a great, he doesn't listen...
Robbed of my goodwill, but if you see my content, there's nothing missing...
So think about that for a second, I'm a practical weapon
of mass destruction, latched in a jet and blasting over Castro's defense men...
My mental is an asteroid, colliding to earth when rhyming a verse...
And I'm tired, the thirst that's perspired over time is the worst...
You know? I got these migraines like, standing inside flames
Without a suit... Jack Spartan coming out the Ice Block
to face Simon Phoenix... yeah... the same effect... it hurts more...
All I see is more pawns that I can score on...
And it won't be before long that the resurrection comes...
And I gotta suit up my motherfuckers like Voltron...

my pen's the potion of any devotion regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...

I plan to rise... like the machines...
Writing between intervals... wake up from a sleep to be fighting the dream...
So it's like an operation, getting right with the fiends...
that are itching for the product that I'm designing right in these schemes...
I've always been alone, while they're fighting in teams...
Trying to be cynical like "Oh, he ain't nice as he seems"...
They can't wake these guys... hiding in their fake disguise...
That's why I ain't surprised, the ones so attached are now breaking ties...
my pen's the potion of any devotion
regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...
Yes, back to the Brink trucks, we got this linked up...
like clinked cups, celebrating our successes, drink up...
The firefly shining brighter now, a lighter to my entire style...
Only shooting higher, you can't quiet the choir down...
Hear the hums, hear the hues and the melody...
There's NO way that you're telling me that doesn't sound heavenly? (HANH)
And yet, I'm agnostic... people are born to lie...
So many predictions not met; who here's really mortified?
Looking for those testaments, try decoding those sentences
Needing some better emphasis, on those quotes and those references?
They said if you look harder enough you'll find it...
So I'm reminded daily... I'll always be stand still if they try to sway me...
Came out the dumpster... several years
later? a youngster... rap game's own Eddie Munster...
Tell me, what they're gonna do with a Prayer
when that single mom can't cope, so she's Losing Isiah? (HANH)
1995 shit, try to think...
Alcoholics feel more at home when they find a drink...
And I feel at home when I find the ink...
Like Kanye & Kim Kardashian feel at home when they're buying mink...
Or a Prada bag... with the message "I'm not a fag"...
But I gotta brag about what I wear, so it got a tag...
like an Ikea purchase... put it together...
On the hot days, still looking good in my sweater...
If Satan wants to throw hands we can throw hands...
Cause I got no plans, to be this hot and go for a bromance...
This is for my old fans, I'm welcoming the newer ones...
I'll be prepared when those rumors come...
Circulating like it's in a round about...
How's he gonna be the same when they found this out? Oh, and how's his spouse?
Is she doing well, taking care of herself?
In the limelight everyday, don't embarrass yourself...
Would the Kardashian's be the same without Paris's help...
Would America be better off without a terrorist cell
To blame? Only ones that know are the ones that can see the future
And considering the Mayan's calls? I do not see it in signs at all...
Look how our minds evolved... species that generate
so much destruction it's a miracle there's 7 billion people on earth...

So... uh, why are you here? Thought you were fly, but as far.. as the highest in here, it's safe to say you've aspired toward the real pilot you fear..(me)

Wow, never seen such a blatant attempt for words to rhyme...
Thought you were serving mine, your nervous kind
of ethics can't really emerge to the Persian Kind...
Think about it... did you really put thought into that?
Conductor popping a rap, push your train of thought off of the track..
Point blank. This boy stank. Can smell's decay...
Got bars, fella's gay, bars like you're doing hard time in Pelican Bay...
So...just a thought.... thought your random influx could touch the top?
But you've eluded yourself....your movement of stealth is unusual, my musical Elf.
See the remedial students I usually help...is not as bad...
Fucking nutty, I'm here to tell you to get off my nads..
That was in poor taste.... you're lacking the sport...
to spit the tactical form. lack the thunder, I'm back with the storm...
to push you back to your practical norm, aye..
Bro... there's just, no scenario of you taking this lightly..
I'll say it politely... that previous post? already invaded your psyche..
You're not weighing - despite thee' conscious effort of reaching...
When in actuality? this is effortless, a sequence of text.. complex to your perspective of deepness...
So at best, your uniqueness? is in a special thesis...
Not to be seen by mine. your entire meaning needs to be redefined.
Yeah... fuck, not even thinking about this little camaraderie sinking..
in his own boat, to the bottom... it's safe to say now, he gotta be drinking...
Ha, I'm the lottery kingpin.
You're at the dawn of extinction, like the comet' ...notably, your flow don't go toe to toe with me.
So you see? We're just too types of entities...
mentally? you're resenting me, but from a perspective, yours wasn't meant to be.
So... uh, why are you here? Thought you were fly, but as far..
as the highest in here, it's safe to say you've aspired toward the real pilot you fear..(me)
You weak lines outline your career.... I'm at a tier,
you gotta arch at a vantage... part of it's anguish, I'll use your heart to clearly mark my advantage...
I got the ambition, the drive, the ignition - parallel park on the canvass..
n it's awfully sandy at the beach of my logic, I hope you got your binoculars handy...
What...you thought you'd unhand me? you must be sipping wine...
My bomb is the ticking kind; you're still a dynamite stick behind...
So stick to lying stupid shit in your rhymes as an admission of finding..
missing defiance, written in the worst possible infliction of trying..

The universe... using words, fuck a mutual mate... You telling me eat the apple, right? You is a snake. I ain't portraying no one, that was a Judas mistake... To conquer the elements of reality, I'd move through a lake...

Speak slow with the cheat code...
High praises, better keep low.. or get Debo'd...
Yeah I need no... introduction...
Skip discussion, picture me sonning you like I'm Phillip Drummond..
Don't even look right... Kanye West
with it, living the "Good Life"... get the hook right...
work with the left...
I take anyone's verse as a personal threat...
And respond with an aerial assault to cause the Earth to eject...
The universe... using words, fuck a mutual mate...
You telling me eat the apple, right? You is a snake.
I ain't portraying no one, that was a Judas mistake...
To conquer the elements of reality, I'd move through a lake...
So yeah, better to get it going...
need me the anesthetics the medics hold in their baggage to let it go, man...
whole hand inside of the bag. Give me the drugs...
That's the inner stability they feed to our mugs...
Some people need Jesus' love...
Some wanna see the above and agree where the Deity's from...
Real talk tho, I feel awful.
Jaw made of titanium alloy, eating a steel waffle.
Yeah, they let the cat out of the bag now...
Burning the notes... from biblical wording to determine the scope...
of its history, but that will never happen... it's conservative
Scientific studies to push the area of nourishment...
That's mass appeal... take your group of pastors, reel
them into an establishment, spun around the elastic wheel...
And times that number by a million... normal civilians...
Who fight for their civil rights, but don't know who they're dealing with...

Trying to dumb it down for the masses thinking that shit's smart...

BET you did, Cowboy hat on, on my Texas shit...
vets get ripped part, when it comes to Music? I'm picking art...
All of these slow kids who started rap? had a different start..
Trying to dumb it down for the masses thinking that shit's smart...
It isn't... not even close, yeah I got me some jokes.
Teachers first day in that bitch, they're copying notes.
The Apache, slicing through flesh wit' the Axe, ready for blood...
The streets will run red... no fuck that, I'll get me a flood.
What you expect of me, cuss? We're not the same people...
Two vertical bars get slanted, remain equal
only to one. MY hemoglobin is made of petroleum, son...
The smoking barrel out the passenger side... who's holding the gun?
Silence the critics with silencers visits...
Pick a time and a distance.... to fire an entire round inside of their business!

but I'm beyond the limitations of what supernatural holds... Swing the axis low... with enough force in it to detach the globe... the impact will cause a reaction to swallow the atlas, whole...

Exactly... I'm devoted to the cursive text...
vertical leaps of memories make every single word complex...
Yep. You heard the best. And that's just
the sampler, you don't deserve the rest.... Everyone of you fucking nerds perplexed...
by it... that creationism mentality, same approach...
But a higher powers involved, in which they named the host...
I should explain this post... I mean biblical...
Just to give you a visual into the mind that's hindered you...
There's certainly room for normality to grow...
but I'm beyond the limitations of what supernatural holds...
Swing the axis low... with enough force in it to detach the globe...
the impact will cause a reaction to swallow the atlas, whole...
Yes... they're recognizing a leader...
the desire to be the combination of fire and ether
In a normal plain... born to reign, like X-Men's "Storm", I'm saying...
I astral plane wit' imagery - you hear the quantum cords are playing...
And that's just formulation... find a recording place, and...
teach em' about the coordination in every supported statement...
like what? Yeah, exactly... it'll take time to comprehend...
Jumping through the threshold of life, I'm like "you can hop the fence"
I got defense... like the other side of the crown attorney...
Speaking on the complexity of the words without sounding nerdy...
Def with it, I turn it up like "Oh, now you heard me?"
Yeahhhhhhh!

It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real.. A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield... My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...

I am much tougher now, learned to cope
Words had spoken for me in the same sense of security as the nurturing...
Looked at the body of work, started up hearses, then...
continued to process into venues, subconscious
of any reality realm... challenging the balance again... a palace
of styles that are gems... even the Mandarin wants his hand in them...
Word... never learned to adapt... that wasn't my regard...
flying bars, touching the sky n' reaching horizon's stars...
I got my eyes to Mars... looking at Jupiter...
Concepts perplexing to merit, hearing what's new to ya...
I jeopardize the balance who don't recognize my talents...
It's just... the Buffalo Bill of the hustling guild.. muscle, f'real..
A tight network of punches - deflecting your shield...
My record's the wheel the spins like the pen in the Executives deal...
Get left for the kill... soon as I step, the weapon
concealed.... shows it's self.. now it's me and you... no one else.
But fuck that dog eat dog mentality... overthrow the shelf...
Scared Straight 99... "motherfucker, come hold my belt!"
Come hold these pockets, bitch... robbing you of your awesome kicks...
Any freedom you thought you had outside these walls do NOT EXIST...
Yeah, the apocalypse... sirens of mayhem...
From the composed structure of patterns when I try to display em', it's like...
Every subset has its own independent brain...
Mental aim got an exclusive shine, like a pendant's chain...
All these kids washed up... hear the sink idle...
Before it turns on, put your clothes through the rinse cycle...
This shit's psycho... I spit like no
Other on this board, hit high notes... like a Soprano...
I got this mic in my handle n' it's like, I'm lighting a candle...
In the dark of night, fighting with Rambo...
Fuck a butterfly knife, I swipe it right off the mantle..
And get over that hump, like it's a camel... some Sahara shit...
Four arms, some Kintaro shit... with a mask...
We're through the looking glass... n' it's looking good to smash...
I'm not all there... like Snooki's ass...
But it's OK, child... in the Situation, I play with that grade A pile...
roll up a J, WOW...
Then walk out that fucking bitch wit' the same style.. plain foul...
Ignorant. What's my name now?
Oh, that's right. It's the one you see displayed on this rap site...
Cockroaches scatter, like I went and turned on a flashlight...
Coming back from the dead, like I didn't care for a past life...

This is a lit match... AND a fuse... Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up... Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...

Yeah... n' he just keeps going...
free flowing MC's know em' as Terminator... just reloading...
these AR-15's, blowing... ammo through your flannel shoes...
dismantle dudes on some Godfather shit, quick wit' em Brando cues...(Marlon)
This is a lit match... AND a fuse...
Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up...
Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana
On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...
Hi, chump. Celph Taut... nice to meet ya..
They say life's like a Pizza... n' I'm looking for a slice to eat up...
quickly. Be like... yeah, hit me.
Seconds later you're six feet... riding shotgun up shit's creek...
Yeah, tackle with that...
Kill you, and perform the Eulogy after the fact....
Then die myself... from a laughing attack...
Dark Comedy - I'm a master at that... nah...
I hate death... further more? I fight on some battle shit that I've learned before...
That's why I turn to war, in most cases...
Met the Oracle and left a bunch of broke vases... No Matrix!
Tell a hater "Don't hate this"! ....You know what the reaction will be?
He'll probably bust a cap in your knee.
Shit, you have to agree... that was a dumb request of you...
An intellectual at text; I don't play Chess wit' you Checker dudes...
Giving me record cues... I'm Taut, bro
Just wanna jot, so that Medusa could 'rock slow'...
I said she was stoned... she was like "ha... you do not know!"...
Uh, actually *holds a mirror* - That's what I thought, hoe!
Shattered to pieces, they can't fathom this pattern
- features like a nice car, bought from the dealership. Realer shit...
Enough to make someone roll up on ya, and then steal your shit...
Enough to make Stephen Hawking get out his chair, and then feel your shit...
One touch, on some Healer shit...
Bored right now... see the score right now? keying, four nights down...
Keying, even when the sites down... that's right, clown...
I got access... cover the spot of four different thought lapses...
My temporal lope is like hip hop classics
explored through the synapses, then gored out of my head
while my cerebellum's attached to the cord...
Meh.

El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start... But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"... See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...

I see... but music's a child...
every consequence from infancy
is what mainly interests me into building these different themes...
They go off the walking path? Or they can sit between...
and fantasize the art form; they feel the pen's like written dreams....
Foreplay is their forte... I get it in all...
But they're drawn back, acting sketchy, how they expect to evolve?
They yearn answers for each question to solve
the lesser of two evils raping the culture... which is normally conformity...
Second nature is warning me... hide most of what
the music is born to see...
Then open your doors n' give em' the tour for free...
Best of the elites, rest at their feet...
the pressure that seeped into their digestive ain't give em seconds to speak...
Word...
And the cost is more than it's worth...
What's the point of the splurge if it'll lose you when you pen a verse...
Sacrilegious in nature, trust me the end's worst...
Ready to just burst into flames as soon as he enters church...
Word...
Can't talk to em' now...
These greedy motherfuckers mocking the crown...
It's a burial, aerial assault... hawks come around...
And turn the area into a hospital ground... that thought is profound...
I don't welcome it, but I can smell the death of it...
Scratch like the vinyl, make the record skip...
Check it, this is the beating drum for the greedy ones in the deficit...
Def. a sit down for this round...
I'm hearing em' rustle... I'm the Ferret, comparing their hustles...
Sunglasses on, surrounded by American Muscle...
in arrogance, must know the lyric is not on par where the Ferret is..
Scary shit. Real talk. Make you slice off each hairy tit...
On your chest like, "where his nips" ...seconds later "Oh, there it is!"
El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start...
But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"...
See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water
like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...
Now... back to business... I dunno...
I see a lack of interest of rap, so this is... like the craft I'm pitching...
Bringing back tradition... bout to put up a rap petition...
Back to dissing... back to cats with an actual vision...
For this shit... whether forum public decorum blips
of everything we could ask for... before Jook came a cash whore...
And had em' put up a trash board...
Back before politics happened... back when real boarders
followed the action...
Now, all of this whack... and ... I don't wanna part of it...
But shit... I'm feeding the beast... I'm in a catch stream and release...
But I ain't eating, capeesh?
So, I need to be leaving the streets with something that can keep em' in peace...(Not meaning police!)

You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha', n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..

 Then I was like, my pen's the medicine, right?
I'm seen in a menacing light, to some, scum, but I'm "Out Of Sight"
like the old catchphrase, n' Omen - back in my old text days..
A weirdo, take you back to 69' like the grown sex craze..
Then throw you in the back of the truck, like a known sex trade..
Don't text me. Words upset me. I'm a net nerd..
at text words, directly. An expert like Dexter to death, we..
certainly have an inspiration for my cynical ways..
I'm in clinic, dazed.... pivoting blades at any lyrical mage...
Had that "Bomb Flow", she said... I said, "In here? it's grenades"..
If you thought you were puzzled before? Then this is here's a maze"..
You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back
to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha',
n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..
Godspeed... thank the lord that you're not me.
I've had colleagues say I'm raps modern Gilbert Gottfried..
That was a slap to my face... yeah, I've had my mistakes...
But shit, don't you DARE compare to that LOUD SON OF A BITCH..
Cause when I summon my pitch, I swear a frequency like
that doesn't fucking exist...n' trust me, I'm as tough as it gets..

my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm... My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..

Yeah, getting under your skin! who says that you need the surgery?
I'm murdering whores, dropping em' down like bargain prices at furniture stores..
my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm...
My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..
So fuck with you thought of me, off the top - no lobotomy...
My interest throughout the years is enough to help the economy..
So, @Storyteller and @KwaL!ty .... it's about to be a robbery..
I'm an anomaly of a modernizer, follower's on to me..
God MC... have I said that yet? I hope not...
Dope thoughts, never Downhill for me, get a Soapbox..
I throw shots, and n' if I do, that's IT for you..
You're just lucky that it's through.. n' I didn't bring my sidewinder missile, too!
Bored, n' I'm tapering off, so I'm hope I'm not mistaking ye, dog..
The top spot isn't vacant to y'all - I'm taking it ALL.

you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line.. That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!

Whoa... funny thing is I can keep going wit' this...
my flowing exists in the soul, most don't even know is a niche..
It exists in the soul of the niche, the colder it gets...
My node's to.... show what's coming there to the chosen few..
Yeah, the chosen two... or the chosen one...
you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line..
That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind
the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!
LOL @ the Patrick Stewart face... I got that same face when I'm taking a shit..
In your bathroom stall, call your girlfriend in so she can take in a whiff..
Ha... you jelly now? Got that R.Kelly style..
But I don't think there's anyone under age 10, around..
I'm getting wild... about to shut it down in my first key...
As a matter of fact? I'm done.. this works for me, personally a man of diversity.

I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..

Like I ain't mean to do this... of course I did!
I've single-handedly raise the divorce rate in Canada, with my Star-spangled banner, bra..
Call me "Canadian Bacon", does this look like cured ham to ye?
Took a vegan named Angela, n' made the bitch eat a HAMBURGER!!!
HHAHAHAHA....TE-HE-HE... how sick can I be?
Well, difference you see is.. I got such a big dick, I stuck it in your chick n' it tickled the fetus..
Listen, I'm Geebus!, turn it up a notch...
busting locks of Dorm Room doors like Sean Connery, give me ANOTHER SCOTCH..
Then I walk into your girls room like, "You can come and watch"...
But I didn't let her... is it so wrong of me so?
I'm phenomenal, bro... coming right out of the Dog House, to give your momma a bone..
Like, "you can call it Simone", yeah... I had her Raven for it..
It was so fucking good that I had an Atheist PRAYING for it..
It was so good, I had PETA coming out their way to say THEY'D SUPPORT IT!
YEAH.. I don't have to explain why I rap like this, it's just instinct..
Thoughts feel like an iPad stuck up Lance's ass, cause it's in-sync..
I make the most rational people act first, and THEN think..
my pen ink.... is dope enough to make ZELDA DEFEND Link..
Not that it would be weird or anything of that nature...
I'm just sick with it, bro... my thinking elapses a flash of brilliance of every inking synapses..
I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down
like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..
What I'm drinking is acid... went back in time to meet
Lincoln and ask if... relinquishing black slavery...what was he THINKING with that shit?
LOL... Just kidding I'm black, figured I'd get in Storm Front's head with that...
I know they're feeling a prejudice deep inside of their head, it's just..
my mind's a colt... inside of a vault of Lion's who hear..
the Antelope's crying, and bolt... in that direction, I'm a rapping freshman..
Which's ironic, cause I'd hate to be in that profession..
There's this mass connection to the past, n meeting with that
repeated attack of Yes Man....