Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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 Apartheids..
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...

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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...

Friday, July 11, 2014

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...

Thursday, July 10, 2014

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...