Trust me, I went from theory to mental, so clearly it's central... Get it? So clearly essential, teachers find it scary I still carry this pencil...

I could write thoughts in an ice box, still come heat...
The white fox... knocking the hinges off most of life's locks...
Continued to cause mayhem in the middle day...
This isn't a give away... this is lyrics laid on a paper; they're scribble prey...
What up Scribble Jam? this is your little man...
like Marlon, getting in between the borders, no middleman...
Flow unexpected like a newborn baby that isn't planned
So you kids can scram, food for thought on a paper -- no kitchen pan...
Fuck with the wishing, I went out for what's mine...
a thousand of lines, left everyone of your prowess behind...
Pry through the cowardice mind, with a mental
lapse that will devour his spine with enough power to knock down the two towers, combined...
You ain't far ahead... I interweave words, that's Charlotte's Web...
enough bars to scar the dead... till they go blue, like Marge's head...
It's code blue when these bars are read (red)
I'm an architect, the matrix patriarch
detect the art, a threat big enough to rip apart the net...
like a giant whale, so if you try and bail? Denied, like the plaintiff's plea...
When the judge sends them out because all you fuckers the same to me...
Even my brain's seen by the demented pace of my pencil trace...
So down to the root? I need a dental brace... a brain assault, a complete mental case...
I maim the vault.. if you tried to knock on my door? it'd be the same result...
I don't halt. Your pain will bolt... n still I cut it down to the nerve...
The power surrounding my words...
it's like... a flower emerged from out of the earth to become a Venus flytrap,
after it was showered in dirt...
So I don't care for the petty talk? if you run your mouth? I let you walk...
Break you down like a Tetris block with no extra thought...
So don't expect to rock with the Stone Cold...
ashes cover every entry way...
And shake up like a nervous child in an elementary play...
Trust me, I went from theory to mental, so clearly it's central...
Get it? So clearly essential, teachers find it scary I still carry this pencil...
And it's not for class, but I'll take em' to school...
Lessons, grades, pages -- it's cool, I play with these fools, easy like lemonade in a pool...
You can be tricked. They got as much appeal
as they 3'6, after Juicy J left or a Bad Boys Remix...
Make em' say ugh... the flow ugly, they won't hug me...
It's still there, it's so lovely, I kill queers with that Flavor In Ya Ear
but no Puffy..
You can tell it's organic, I'm killing it easy
syllables leave the type, fill up and leave ta' scenery dead in a second...
So don't be hesitant stepping...
Lips sealed, won't get a confession... I'm like, a medical weapon
aimed at your head when I'm wrecking...
The Walking Dead and Inception... I'm dream layered, but ready to kill...
Be major with the pen in the pad...
menacing with every thread that we have...
It's like, letting em' back in to crack the top
of the trash bin, this rap's Bo Jackson back to go for his last kin..
Shit, fight or be fought... I'm likened to a Lycan
from the time that I drop the rhyme, you deciding the stop Optimus Prime? you could not...
Lines designed on the spot, interwoven and realigned
by the time it's thought... it's thrown like a contract, I sign on the dot...
So if you hate me? it's cool.. but don't mistake me
for a fool, I'm too great to be fooled, Ancient, a Monarch placed in the tomb...
brain remains with the same character traits when I escaped from the womb...
prematurely, a being, hurling out the pussy to see it early...
Tell the Rap God to back off...
the straps off the tomahawk, blast off
on tracks, dog, with stats that can crash a lap top..
Then I go for the big apple, like Mac's stock...
With the Black Op's clothing, holding a Gat, pop... a bullet right through your last thought
You were thinking of me? Look how intricately
I put words together like Abraham Lincoln, when free-
in the slaves, even when the Europeans enraged...
But be it as a may, I'm a massive blaze...
A fantastic raised spastic, caged inside of a prison...
Or two race car drivers crashing at the time of collision...
They think I'm some kind of magician
with the lines that I'm pitching and think math
when the ink splats every rhyme that's written
inside to (multiply) my (division)!
Ugh... fucking faggot back off of me, now...
I'm like Coffee, the style energetic, Rocky just knocking em' out...
Where Adrian tho? Crazy the flow, like
the Labyrinth, know they made me in
so many fashions, I'm changing, fists swinging on clips
like Steve Alien's whole...--
Fight compilations... world star, I hurl bars
at you makers, part of the Partisan, take up
the art that's in the heart of my Data
So disregard any beta monarch, I say the...
most heinous things... pain it swings wildly
from the pages, so they made me king...
Baby, it ain't a thing... I'm the Damien child...
plaguing, a pagan ritual with it...
lyrics that mimic the breaking point of most of your physical limits
So don't test me, there's no netcee that's ever survived...
Pen is genocide to the head, inside, it's like my ends have been energized!
Entrances, there's no exits...
All of my zones are like the Berlin Wall, I dethrone
the Gods on my own accord when I go to war
Horrocore, easily fit... bones squeamish, it splits in two
Sick twisted dude, quick to move, like the Los Angeles clippers do!
After the Donald attack, I fondle a cats
assets beyond what's rapped, the Jon O' Conner defacto leader of rapping ether...