the bullets move in rhythm... Every one released is like riding a tempo... The Architect lives inside of my mental... the kind of potential I create for each line is suspenseful... enough to give the philosophical meaning of Violence? a pencil...

I leave the streets for good... but I'm still in the rap...
The villain is back... look at the life go, as he's killing the track...
I'm the filter for what these syllables lack...
I grill em' n' flat- en' the foundation they were building, for that?
I sit back and watch the pillars collapse...
Trust me... I had love for the game, but my comfort's changed...
now it's something deranged... lost souls, giving up in exchange...
They wallow and bask in all of it, when I'm calling it trash...
History in the making for the future, when they follow the past...
This is Apollo, at last... beaten the Russian he lost to...
in spirit... those who want the drive? They can suck the exhaust fumes
from out the back of the whip until the revving causes the axle
to shift... tell the Monestary Monk... I am a master at this...
And his ass don't exist... I don't look calm...
because I've made it be... now they're relating me to the story, like A&E...
Ha... they're not ready for the calibur, X...
Smash their watermelon in Gallagher sweats...
A style so complex... the rubric for it's too enormous
to read... formative keys performed into mental ornament themes...
From Norman's debris... blood on his orange little sleeves
As he's pulling those showers drapes back with a knife in his hand...
Fuck it... that's right with the plan...
Ecstasy tablets, broken Vicodin's jammed
Inside of his van's glove compartment, trying to cram the last of it
inside of his damn... mouth, while he's hiding it and...
Idling in a Idaho am....
-- bulance drive way, at 5 A.... M...
on Friday... man... that's the shit that I'm on...
Get clocked out... every script's an alarm... putting em' in visual harm...
Illustrating the model...
Carried by Aristotle... once the hear the throttle gears? the motto's clear...
E Mano mirrors, Pablo...
C'mon, bro, share the taco...
Ha... yeah, I'm a feisty fiesta...
These kids are clowns, they live the life of a Jester...
And fuck around with children, like a Molester...
So what gives em' the right to contest ta'... rifle I pressed on
the side of your temple?
Guy, I was gentle... plus, the bullets move in rhythm...
Every one released is like riding a tempo...
The Architect lives inside of my mental...
the kind of potential I create for each line is suspenseful...
enough to give the philosophical meaning of Violence? a pencil...
wow... now think about that for a sec...
the illustration of graphics perfected by a tactical weapon
of rapping perception...
cats who lack the connection
to be components of concept... go for the complex schemes
that they use without knowing the context...
It's like I'm holding the objects of reality to control your subconscious...
And there's nothing people can do until I've seeped in my groove...
Yeah, I'm speaking to you...
*points*
Yeah. YOU!
The guy glancing at his screen right now with a blank stare...
in his rank chair thinking "Now, what gives em' the right to say the shit that he likes?"
Here is some advice: I don't give a shit...
I scribble this off of the top in intervals, limitless...
-ly ... n' if you agree with what you're seeing, friend?
Take that car of yours and go over the median...

So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises.

LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow!
Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground?
(Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D-
N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on
A destructive nature of touching paper.
A victim of habit.
Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger
from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook..
with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it.
Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps...
given em' tablets..
He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish.
Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic.
If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes.
So give me this ratchet, bitch.
A prick, more than a Cactus is.
I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split
at several different axises.
I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably hijack
the tractor which... flipped over. One Zimmmerman shaved.
I should live in a cave. Every psychic evaluation I've had, says I'm insane.
But I'm not, it's just one hell of a game.
Well... at least that's what I'm telling my brain.
Tell Gallagher, I'm a watermelon of pain. I got so much Melatonin
swelling my veins, I got Senators saying I should be hired into a chair, instead of McCain.
I'm sorry, but my sickness doesn't have a medical name.
Take so much adderall, and anesthetics for pain, that medics complain.
Oh right. I wasn't supposed to go after my Celph.
Shit. I mastered my self.
Whooping ass. just took the latch off his belt....AND asked me for help (what?)
Ha. Inside joke for ... but what I pave will get bumpy
when I go for the X-Files, like I'm David Duchovny!

Elephant Music. All Tusk. And it gets played in the trunk, b.
In other-words, I'm saying it's funky. You gays get serrated to lunch meat!

to wake up the spirit... ancient spheres shake in hysterics... You can see time in space hibernates in the merits Finely placed in his lyrics You wonder, in your face you're embarrassed... but recognize the traits they inherit... Is like a foundation of a new found race giving birth to a generation of parents..!!!!

(Nigga, stop rapping) No, it'll not happen!
I rock rap, and post up... like the Block Captain...
this is capital one... you take 5 after
the action begun.. but can't throw up, money...
when your whole squad is lacking in funds...
I doze off on Zoloft... I go 9 to 5, with no job...
A post apocalyptic nightmare when I drop and rip shit...
So it's often business... every talking witness...
Get crunched, like awesome fitness out my fiber optic distance!
Yeah... squeezing to kill...
Seeing you ride your vehicle, I jump out and put 3 in your side...
Before you see me, good bye...
I am the meaning you've believed as a lie...
A social deviant, dine with the the genius mind to feed the design breathing, inside...
HANH... You can't call it, your damn ambulance
stalling, I wait... brain over brawn, you get drawn to the gate...
So you all can debate the skill... that's fine with me
It's time to flea now, the freestyle rap you see in the mean while...
Watching the green pile, Mr. Bean style... silence is golden...
rhymes exposing the signs of every single side that's chosen...
So once you think you picked the particular one that's correct...
you can come and reflect the outlook of the complete sonning you'll get...
Son, your defective approach is expected in coach, I'm first class
the directive of most effective denotes your talent and skill of balance, f'real...
Where's the challenger, still
holding up that mallet, his will to cock it back and slam on the grill
lacks the manner of the Gallagher feel...
Right, you're Ally McBeal... light... it isn't a fair fight...
The rare type of weird to strangle the air out of your Air Nike's...
You parasites don't compare, the comparison right here's
out of the question... got a towering aggression to overpower contestants...
I mean, my lines leave the impression on the mind...
It's seen by the kind of teams who've come out of their time machines
to witness the craft... I mean, just picture a cat
who kicks it with raps with a signature tact in composure
never missing a lap, so the closure
of ever being this ill only seems so surreal, because it's compelling...
He's buzzing, discovered the intelligent species, who've developed unique themes...
From prehistoric relics and beat schemes... metronomes...
acupuncture pressure zones through instrumentals honed, to make his presence known...
enveloped a whole new language you would never know
with a clever ode, and let it go mainstream, without the help of Rosetta Stone...
C'mon man this was long planned...
You were waiting to hear it... would only paint it generic
so they common folk could understand it
to wake up the spirit... ancient spheres shake in hysterics...
You can see time in space hibernates in the merits
Finely placed in his lyrics
You wonder, in your face you're embarrassed... but recognize
the traits they inherit...
Is like a foundation of a new found race giving birth to a generation of parents..!!!!
These are the things they didn't want me to say...
They wanted me to keep quiet and speak idle to keep this ignorance on wash and repeat cycle...