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.

my pen's the potion of any devotion regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...

I plan to rise... like the machines...
Writing between intervals... wake up from a sleep to be fighting the dream...
So it's like an operation, getting right with the fiends...
that are itching for the product that I'm designing right in these schemes...
I've always been alone, while they're fighting in teams...
Trying to be cynical like "Oh, he ain't nice as he seems"...
They can't wake these guys... hiding in their fake disguise...
That's why I ain't surprised, the ones so attached are now breaking ties...
my pen's the potion of any devotion
regarding the general hopes of having music given a seminal motion...
Yes, back to the Brink trucks, we got this linked up...
like clinked cups, celebrating our successes, drink up...
The firefly shining brighter now, a lighter to my entire style...
Only shooting higher, you can't quiet the choir down...
Hear the hums, hear the hues and the melody...
There's NO way that you're telling me that doesn't sound heavenly? (HANH)
And yet, I'm agnostic... people are born to lie...
So many predictions not met; who here's really mortified?
Looking for those testaments, try decoding those sentences
Needing some better emphasis, on those quotes and those references?
They said if you look harder enough you'll find it...
So I'm reminded daily... I'll always be stand still if they try to sway me...
Came out the dumpster... several years
later? a youngster... rap game's own Eddie Munster...
Tell me, what they're gonna do with a Prayer
when that single mom can't cope, so she's Losing Isiah? (HANH)
1995 shit, try to think...
Alcoholics feel more at home when they find a drink...
And I feel at home when I find the ink...
Like Kanye & Kim Kardashian feel at home when they're buying mink...
Or a Prada bag... with the message "I'm not a fag"...
But I gotta brag about what I wear, so it got a tag...
like an Ikea purchase... put it together...
On the hot days, still looking good in my sweater...
If Satan wants to throw hands we can throw hands...
Cause I got no plans, to be this hot and go for a bromance...
This is for my old fans, I'm welcoming the newer ones...
I'll be prepared when those rumors come...
Circulating like it's in a round about...
How's he gonna be the same when they found this out? Oh, and how's his spouse?
Is she doing well, taking care of herself?
In the limelight everyday, don't embarrass yourself...
Would the Kardashian's be the same without Paris's help...
Would America be better off without a terrorist cell
To blame? Only ones that know are the ones that can see the future
And considering the Mayan's calls? I do not see it in signs at all...
Look how our minds evolved... species that generate
so much destruction it's a miracle there's 7 billion people on earth...