packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow.. Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle.. n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.

But I digress - my mind's a nest, of rhyming designer sweats...
outlined the text, necessary to define the steps, to reach the prime of Messiah, yes..
my kind of desire's finding the fire necessary to reach..
...the message buried in here, my chariot's near the precipice...
so standing next to this, lyricist here's probably their best bet..
Matter fact? battle rap isn't even the question yet..
I resurrect the myriad of logic n' wear it, like it's apparel...
Write like the Pharaoh, igniting the barrel' - eclipsing, the flurry flying of arrows
from the Spartan's to the Persian's is the way I keep this mic up in here, bro....
I apologize.... Red Seas, lyrics departing tides...
Crossing bridges with words, n' splitting apart the art of the Apartheid's..
My... target's been marginalized.... a marksmen...
dark skinned... but sharp as a tack, parked in the back... at the surface, like it's a shark fin.
Yeah... Celph's is the heart in... the internal organ of music..
the formula used in metaphors and performing acoustics... so yeah,
if you get a sword, you better know how to use it..
It's just.. a forewarning to you, cause I got more war in this than
Western Society conforming to trends... this forum board's is nothing more than
the chorus that's in.... the pattern warped... in tangent to me..
draggin' your corpse across the plantation as hard as a javelin force..
But that doesn't matter, of course.... I got so much lines
packed in a concept, the practical context alone... is actual a masterful logic to follow..
Back to Apollo, the forgotten message that was capped in a bottle..
n' set to ashore across to Pacific faster than the Pathogen... y'all know.
I can keep going with this? my flow's the abyss..
In my top tier? There's only me. No other soul can exist..
The sole proprietor controlling the niche...
Yeah.... so let's stop with that, cocky cat... concocting rap
off the top, knock your offer back.
Fucking copycat. Talking smack' against me'... is the beginning
of where your ends meet... n' we don't got a pretend..
my thought's not melodic n' when the byproduct begins to try to war..
It's a lot like, being blindfolded in a dark room - trying find a door.
Their minds are kind of poor.. a penny for their thoughts..
would make 'sense' if it profited me.. but I'm a scholar, got a doctorate
seen... n' lyrical philosophy, key in..
N' if you were as smart, though, we're probably agreeing..
But we're not, so you see it's possible - you got to be DREAMING..
to even draw the conclusion that it's probable..
my model of fusion - perspiring lyrics..
is all for amusement... cause even College scholarship students..
can acknowledge the movement acknowledged to you to what's spawned in the blueprint..

I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe... Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to.. The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..

I'm free-balling, yeah.. Spalding, too much ass for me to call in..
If it wasn't bad before, it will be, after this scalding pot of lava...
tips the fuck over, n' you're sitting there.... feel the hot synch your
wig faster than Michael Jackson's pepsi ad... I get this sketching Pad..
Turn it up a notch... get fucking socked to your mellon, that...
is too compelling, a felon at the state - yelling at the gate...
Sugar free, my stature is saturate... tie you up wit' the masking tape....
at the back, bending over - homie, your ass gets raped!
AWWW... why did you go there? Because I didn't, out of respect to your
gay father... I slay daughters, lay em' under a bridge.
That's not a metaphor for any hatchet burying, but I burry the hatchet...
One Flew Over My Cuckoo's Nest like Nurse Ratchet..
You thought of infinity? That's cool, I'm spitting a verse past it.
Emerging victorious, and that's where the story is.
Notorious... look as this basterd, style's Inglorious..
The Bear Jew... with his ear to the wall like, "Bitch, I can HEAR you"
Better come out slowly, or I turn you to a hoagy.
All your sides come out, and I hit you a double bogey, 'o' meh..
And yeah, natural fire yo I haft a desire
a momentum building within me like the river raft of Messiah
parting the red sea... the art's in, every partisan said, b.
Yea, retarded with threads on the board's like marketing spread sheets..
Oh, fuck the bragging... nah, I've done that plenty enough..
Pen's destructive, sending you fucks honorary medical crutches..
Definitive reach, limiting speech recanted to primitive beats..
That I'm hearing... 6 Million Dollar Man, see the geek's engineering?
suffer speech interference once your dial enters my frequency
An evil man. I'm sorry, I won't allow you to leave, peacefully..
Unique MC's are cool, but I don't quite get the feeling of ripping...
It's more like a regurgitation of borrowed thoughts, they're re-appealing the system..
I spit a reel that's sickening, fitting in puzzled thoughts
inflicting more concepts than spinning a Rubrics... so, grin an amusement, hoe...
Had infinite uses for kicking the tunes', chickens get use to..
The shit's a who's who of the written's, so listen and do you..
Yeah... because I'M A DO ME... GRIMEY NEW KEY.. so envision that..
physicality with precision, where's the incision at?
Give me the scissors back! your shit's whack!!! FUCK YOU.
Bottom line's I'm the one you look up to.. makes sense
Sky high, see pilots as they fly by..
This is MY SKY... kamikaze you faggots, screaming out "BYE BYE"!!!
N'SYNC shit.. gonna jump into my time capsule
Make you feel like your putting, holding that 9, asshole.
My mind Castro... lines? Hasbro..
Play games, trying catch up to MY FAST FLOW..

neutral... but that's the lies we weave... the ones we tell our selves... inside our cells... The Devil we know, see more than unbridled hell...

Yeah, my sanity's harbored with fugitive thoughts...
moving through blocks, fidgeting...
using music to jot, the unit I've concluded will rock..
The masses that be. Jurassic, I see...
the findings of my brothers... dead, couldn't last on the scene...
The fantastic diseased clashes we weave...
work the hands like Clock work, living in
second class citizen conditions, spin...
the world around... watching the Ballerina of human nature twirl around...
I'm hurling now... exercising my rights
the lights from the hermit grounds... flash excessively
with every word that's bound - ed
to the latches of thought... the camera essence,
Lyrics capture a shot... translucent master of concocting
visible laughter or shock... through rhythmic patterns displayed
upon the axis I walk... my mind's a Black board...
the recesses of memory grasping the chalk... I fastened
every masculine clot of energy and drastically rock...
the visual plane these imbecile's claim...
Ambidextrous - every direction is written the same...
a fossilized logic, still missing it's aim...
It's lost. What you wish to regain? Is the five senses, which is
a shame... I dismiss it, the mystical flame
restricts it, until it trickles... in pain...
I'm a ... graduate of the astral plane synapses...
The same man who walks out of the outer boundaries
of society, defining thee' sanctity to which civilization tries to be...
neutral... but that's the lies we weave...
the ones we tell our selves... inside our cells...
The Devil we know, see more than unbridled hell...
Rage expired... engage the fire of the man that they claim
as an unnamed Messiah... then denounce their faith to wane desire...