I get that high when I rap to fly and attack my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat

So to make up my mind? I won't add to that mundane ritual...
That 6 second clip obsession from most individuals
spending their time on world star, posting up comments...
And not doing shit with their lives, but promoting the nonsense
I can scope my subconscious... right down to the soul underneath
and deliver crushing blows to those that jumble their speech
But I'm not about that... I'd rather just, open up the mouse trap
Let em' scurry off to get eaten up by the house cat.
I wanna rap until the curtain call is purposeful...
I want my omnipresence to flirt the room when the verse resumes...
I get that high when I rap to fly and attack
my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat
Yeah, Louisville Slugger... figure it's a rapping phase..
Until you're swinging wildly inside of my mental batting cage...
Agnostic, the rap prophet. Followed religion, then backed off it.
From the black market preachers teaching outside
to the frat mosh-pits. To the dance songs that lacked conscious --
flavor, savoring past hot hits for cash conquests...
Yeah... fight for the feeling puts you right through the ceiling..
I got this mic that I'm wielding like a knife to your children...
Sticking up their social norms, corrupting the youth
With soul reverb sound kicking up in the booth..
It's all chuckles and fun till the knuckles just come out of nowhere and fuck up your gums
Beyond comprehension. That's your brain I plan to knock some sense in.
I hate the one linear outlook of life
So I deal with several dimensions when I pick up this mic
Lifting it like a dumb bell. Grunt, yell, drop the weight down...
One punch to your grill make your whole face round...
If that's the case, clown? I'm done with this shit...
Frank Castle on my motherfucking Punisher shit...

I stick to my guns. But I'm sure you kids will call me the ridiculous one. Because I'm indifferent to one person dying out of a fucking billion to come!

Huh? What are you laughing at?
This is "Acid Rap". And they don't got a "Chance" at that...
I have plans to stack more lyrics on a piece of paper.
Pinnochio meets Carlo Collodi - come and meet your maker.
You look inside of my repertoire? it's a deepened crater...
But asking me f'real? I'm a say "it's something you'll sleep in later"
If you live through your memories, then that's a short stop...
The road's paved with gold from my stories - this is Fort Knox.
I'm off of the rack - no support locks.
Four blocks, from Edmonton, to Bramalea to Brampton to the Future
like Wayne & Drake, from date to date.
This is my demo, so play the tape.
You like it or not, my thoughts always lay awake.
I'm rinsing in the pools of the Monkey's; I am a Bathing Ape...
Fleeting over tracks in one direction, like a train escape.
You knocking the boots? I'm swift in mine...
around the clock, like the ticking time...
I think of lines synchronize it in quick design...
So think of the Napoleon of his time... a revolutionary
pivoting the hordes of music, causing a fusion near me.
1080p HD, this is face time.
Broaden the spectrum for the modern set, son...
Hold the SHIELD down, but not for protection.
Loki's and mischief. And this shit? Much more different, for instance
the talent and skills are like talons and gills.
Verses revel, in an altitude that can't be measured by surface level...
The momentum is picking up... writing words...
more subtler than Ricin, hitting vital nerves - Rapbattles Heisenberg

nods

I'm a jerk. Kill a guy in a Hawaiian designer shirt...
Cold's shit. Both my fists in the pavement like, "Don't Resist"!
Focused, bitch. The Punisher's here to pummel you queers...
Dragging behind a car while you rummaging there, under the rear...


http://youtu.be/Et3eVcMdxBI?t=3m10s


I hope it's come to you clear (puts on Frank Castle moniker): I made you kill your wife AND your son.
Damn, it's fun. It's funny, the more you feel like a God, the more you're deemed the Satanic one.
That branded gun's loaded, ready to fire at your petty desire
to be a higher MC with that drive, until you're inside of a Tree...
in flames, fucking fire debris flies and is seen
by a near by guy, and his 3... friends, with their iPhone cameras at all angles, in awe.
They can't unseen what they've saw. Dangling jaw.
Tangled, the raw.... metal hanging off the passenger, mangled abroad...
Yeah, that's right. I'm rapping about it now, for people to see.
The franchise lives on... even if he's deceased. The speaking has ceased.
Paul Walker's gone... and there's still Vin Diesel, heating the streets.
Then it all comes full circle... cause everyone keeps FEEDING THE BEAST!!!!!
I don't give a damn. People die every day.
Mothers cry as their fucking children lie there decayed, foot inside of the grave.
I'm desensitized because I am awake.
The lies that they make televised to our eyes a mistake.
The modern Garden Of Eden, seeing the rise of the Snake...
I key style any way. On some dead people shit, or if they're alive? I stick to my guns.
But I'm sure you kids will call me the ridiculous one.
Because I'm indifferent to one person dying out of a fucking billion to come!



GET OVER IT!!!!!