A valiant lion, who's bred an empire of ravenous lions, like him Completely from modern science instead of signs, watching the Zombie Apocalypse rise from the dead...kill them, n' be at the Asylum of heads circumventing the existence, just in time for his meds....!

No appetizers involved, just the mind that's evolved...
to the Darwinism of rhymers, a law, highly exalted...
the Double Helix complex, the skill inside of you all...
The finder, fine-lining, a claw to motion capture every rhyme that's drawn...
The designer, a flaw so minor, it's all inside of the head...
Of the same well wishers to ponder his genius when they lie in their beds...
A valiant lion, who's bred an empire of ravenous lions, like him
Completely from modern science instead of signs, watching
the Zombie Apocalypse rise from the dead...kill them, n' be at the Asylum
of heads circumventing the existence, just in time for his meds....!
Yes, it's roll call, I'm raps very own
Bone Saw, who alters reality n' dwells between his own laws..
Cold jaws, spit below zero, n' don't thaw...
Gnawing his fingers off... laughing, bones crackling...
No jacket, and... going back in his old ways, a old Cabin with...
Burnt out logs, A battered Kim, and Fif's Magic Stick!
Give me the Green Light, cause I don't know what traffic is...
I drive so I can crash some shit n' cause fatal accidents...
Ask for my drivers license... n' then ask again...
masking this... the Texas Chainsaw Massacre masochist!
Check my cabinets, graphic faces I stabbed up in
a Pentagram Hex... the sight of death gets me quite erect...
I like it, yet... do things to keep up the high...
A unmarked Jeep is my ride, I creep up at night, n' stick fucking people inside!
"Kids, evil's arrived!" Guns don't kill people? Shit! neither do I!
I get to feeding, deprived of eating a guy
for a quarter of the century has me all excited...
Hit the Chilean minors with a "Don't Die" survivor kit...
Who's fucking high as this? I need Snoop Lion's psychiatrist...
To try and fix this "Pimp my Ride" souped up mind of tricks...
And if you think that happening? it's actually quite cool...
Maybe when this crazy wears off, I'll grow up... like you.

So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling Make a pile of shit seem so appealing... it's all an act... and people are filming... we talk about the mainstream when the streets are fulfilling... but deep down this media's what speaks to the children...

 
I come, sprouting out speech...venomous, with carnage and mayhem...
a dialect of bars that are like sparring when I discharge it and aim em'...
Viciously barricading the opposition inside a hole
designed to hold some of the lowest minds below... like yo
Time will show what was heeded of me. I needed to be.
Feverishly working with a mind to rid the likes of you people
Who blindly follow like the sheep finding its way back to the Steeple.
Nah, we're not gonna go there with that today.
A facade, capped away in a a lab, practiced with that cliche.
Pick up where I left off. Almost like a quest, dog.
Roaming the exploratory for a soul, I can get lost.
Boosie rappers forget odds, I'm quick to get even and kill it.
Seeded so deep in the roots even the demons can feel it.
That's why I freely conceal it, a pill
I've be eating, I'm willing to kill off a couple more before I flea from the building.
So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling
Make a pile of shit seem so appealing... it's all an act...
and people are filming... we talk about the mainstream
when the streets are fulfilling... but deep down this media's
what speaks to the children... it's all an Episode...
we're like a Gecko though... Souls of the Machine, Gore though from that Tekken blow...
A love letter, complete with X and 0's
expressing codes of life. A Miranda when we don't know the rights, so rolls suffice.
Rocking summer clothes, even on the coldest nights...
They say my lane will come to fruition...therefore? the roads are ripe.
Nah, it's a hell of sorts...
Zombies of compelling force. Death coming, expect nothing, Alice visits Umbrella Corp...
A dynasty made of the finest brigades
Life's a charade. Waiting in the darkness, and hides behind shades.
Yes, really. The next Philly cheese cake chase.
Yep, we chasing.
These are the Free Masons
That have placed our code of ethics right inside thee' waste bin.
It's revocable.
A high regard from ones self, looking at the top... below.
It's unstoppable. It's like I went to the highest building with a building block to hold... 100 stops to go.
I say to my thoughts: "behold"
Now that's a man of his word. Who 'figured' out life to see his sanity 'curve'...
How lavish can one be? The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Brain dead society - there's nothing for the slug to eat.
For the past 10 years, I sat here and drug my feet...
Right across the median, not able to get it up the street...
It's a chemical warfare; believe it or die.
We believe it, and why? Cause it was convinced as something we need to survive.
However, facts not withstanding, they say it's so...
It's these same stories paving the road...
Telling you it's the way you should go... look at this, I mean, hey, you should know!
And don't be surprised if on your way you have to pay for a toll.
It's what's displayed on the scroll. Stories upon stories
we told our forefathers ages ago. Fallacies portraying a whole.
False ideals... but yo, it must be real.
Shiny new interior, have no trust for the rusted Steel.
The lookism of a perception that's pretty to us.
Let it not confuse you, it's Insidiousness...
laced in with visions of trust.. any one who opposes it? is kicking up dust
Rob Dyrdek ain't ready for this ridiculousness...
But... "who gives a fuck?"...right? What's the point of it all?
The philosophers have theories... the skeptics point at the wall...
The believers need to fill the void, and go for the ball
But one steps back and sees the bigger picture and goes to evolve...
No bounded by a belief that's one dimensional...
But sees a variety at hand and takes a mental note...
It set in stone. The melody walk, each block like a metronome...
In totality. One soul out of the whole galaxy.
Making strides of progress with nothing, no balance beam.
Short cuts are easy, am I right? There's no challenging.
The typical moves of the egotistical depiction of who...
You see in the mirror couldn't be any clearer
to me, this will be what the era wishes to expose
in Histories robes, until your vision explodes...
Where you visit your goals, the Museum of the Modern Day Catalyst...
The portrait of totality from the spot where the canvass sits
Angles? yes, plenty. And more to come
Including some foreign ones...completed and superseding my forum runs.
With a tact that can crack through steel.
Filling out the action reel...the capsule's still
in the back of the Bat-mobile!