It's just... harder to stop myself, then come off of the top... whatever. Hip Hop endeavor... Quicker than the wrist watch, n' lever... locked on the storage locker of Hip Hop, forever.

Body weakened, no recourse.
Yeah, blam' em' indeed.
They got no stamina, so man... I proceed.
1000 words, no cameras are seen.
Kids are all flash anyway. Amateur seeds....
Lightning in a bottle.... yeah, Thor...
n' the hammer's siezed... a Demi God when the pen's on...
the canvass.
Megatron.... faggot, with Mega Man's set of arms.
And Astro Boy's blasting ploys. Get that ass destroyed.
Train of thought; every track enjoyed.
Luggage of rappers in it, I'm packing noise.
Breaking decibel switches. Out of this world, pressing the distance.
Messages instant -- taneous to the text in this, wishing
Extraterrestrial's would test it, bro.
Lesson learned. They wouldn't. Mastered the arts.
A Picasso at rapping, but the Plato of philosophy, plastering charts.
A great, casted the arc.... after the flood
splitting the Red Sea passage apart... like THAT THERE'S A START...
Ha.. no Tablets, or marks.
No, no burning bushes. No. No learning goodness. No.
No wording, just a soul merchant controlled, being his own person.
Microphone thirsting.
Fuck rappers tho. They don't have to know.
My attack. Shit's so tactful though. Taciturn... I turn the tables
far as you cats are concerned.
Totally uninspired to kick it. I require a distance
more higher than a pilot wishing to fly his plane up to the sky.... with...
Opey inside of that bitch... and Tax Mastery
Oh, my bad... whatever his name's now.. I'll get it when the plane's down.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4k5pBYR0B34

You hot? You're lion -- should've took your fucking
neck n' put a mane around. Turn your your upside down smile
180 degrees so it ain't a frown...
Got the Satanic Crown...
what... St.Nick crown? My presence of inflicting pain is profound.
And you'll get a red nose, if you say I'm a clown.
Throw the lower torso of your bitch down a river and watch the Labia drown..
Then kick the unborn baby around...
Pull its FUCKING brain from the ground...
while it's having his last breaths, n' then laugh
as I project it at fucking stonewall, like a Crash Test.
Collapsed chest.. with my foot directions all over its fucking site
like it's MapQuest. I'm talking: A foot size, The brand, the type, and my address.
And then. THEN! I get a conscious like, "Let the lad rest"...
Sorry for that.. if you were offended by the bars that I rap.
It's just... harder to stop myself, then come off of the top... whatever.
Hip Hop endeavor...
Quicker than the wrist watch, n' lever... locked on the storage locker of Hip Hop, forever.
Yeah, the 90's.... and I'll stop it here. So... not to fear.
I'm a rocketeer. Hip Hop's here!

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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 h...

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 ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

Uh, fine cloth.... A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts... From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops. You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not? When you can die, suicide, by Cop. Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs... No way he could compete... He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down... Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped. Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct... They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you... However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'. And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class I mean like an officer, punching through glass. Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on th...

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