This is a lit match... AND a fuse... Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up... Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...

Yeah... n' he just keeps going...
free flowing MC's know em' as Terminator... just reloading...
these AR-15's, blowing... ammo through your flannel shoes...
dismantle dudes on some Godfather shit, quick wit' em Brando cues...(Marlon)
This is a lit match... AND a fuse...
Don't get this man confused with anyone in your line up, Just sign up...
Going off the edge, while smoking marijuana
On The Ledge of the State Building - give new meaning to "high jump"...
Hi, chump. Celph Taut... nice to meet ya..
They say life's like a Pizza... n' I'm looking for a slice to eat up...
quickly. Be like... yeah, hit me.
Seconds later you're six feet... riding shotgun up shit's creek...
Yeah, tackle with that...
Kill you, and perform the Eulogy after the fact....
Then die myself... from a laughing attack...
Dark Comedy - I'm a master at that... nah...
I hate death... further more? I fight on some battle shit that I've learned before...
That's why I turn to war, in most cases...
Met the Oracle and left a bunch of broke vases... No Matrix!
Tell a hater "Don't hate this"! ....You know what the reaction will be?
He'll probably bust a cap in your knee.
Shit, you have to agree... that was a dumb request of you...
An intellectual at text; I don't play Chess wit' you Checker dudes...
Giving me record cues... I'm Taut, bro
Just wanna jot, so that Medusa could 'rock slow'...
I said she was stoned... she was like "ha... you do not know!"...
Uh, actually *holds a mirror* - That's what I thought, hoe!
Shattered to pieces, they can't fathom this pattern
- features like a nice car, bought from the dealership. Realer shit...
Enough to make someone roll up on ya, and then steal your shit...
Enough to make Stephen Hawking get out his chair, and then feel your shit...
One touch, on some Healer shit...
Bored right now... see the score right now? keying, four nights down...
Keying, even when the sites down... that's right, clown...
I got access... cover the spot of four different thought lapses...
My temporal lope is like hip hop classics
explored through the synapses, then gored out of my head
while my cerebellum's attached to the cord...
Meh.

El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start... But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"... See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...

I see... but music's a child...
every consequence from infancy
is what mainly interests me into building these different themes...
They go off the walking path? Or they can sit between...
and fantasize the art form; they feel the pen's like written dreams....
Foreplay is their forte... I get it in all...
But they're drawn back, acting sketchy, how they expect to evolve?
They yearn answers for each question to solve
the lesser of two evils raping the culture... which is normally conformity...
Second nature is warning me... hide most of what
the music is born to see...
Then open your doors n' give em' the tour for free...
Best of the elites, rest at their feet...
the pressure that seeped into their digestive ain't give em seconds to speak...
Word...
And the cost is more than it's worth...
What's the point of the splurge if it'll lose you when you pen a verse...
Sacrilegious in nature, trust me the end's worst...
Ready to just burst into flames as soon as he enters church...
Word...
Can't talk to em' now...
These greedy motherfuckers mocking the crown...
It's a burial, aerial assault... hawks come around...
And turn the area into a hospital ground... that thought is profound...
I don't welcome it, but I can smell the death of it...
Scratch like the vinyl, make the record skip...
Check it, this is the beating drum for the greedy ones in the deficit...
Def. a sit down for this round...
I'm hearing em' rustle... I'm the Ferret, comparing their hustles...
Sunglasses on, surrounded by American Muscle...
in arrogance, must know the lyric is not on par where the Ferret is..
Scary shit. Real talk. Make you slice off each hairy tit...
On your chest like, "where his nips" ...seconds later "Oh, there it is!"
El Huron shit... gotta give you a straight start...
But much like the movie's plot? Most these motherfuckers just "fake heart"...
See, my dorsal tends to stick out above water
like a great shark, in a lake, n' all I see is the bait part...
Now... back to business... I dunno...
I see a lack of interest of rap, so this is... like the craft I'm pitching...
Bringing back tradition... bout to put up a rap petition...
Back to dissing... back to cats with an actual vision...
For this shit... whether forum public decorum blips
of everything we could ask for... before Jook came a cash whore...
And had em' put up a trash board...
Back before politics happened... back when real boarders
followed the action...
Now, all of this whack... and ... I don't wanna part of it...
But shit... I'm feeding the beast... I'm in a catch stream and release...
But I ain't eating, capeesh?
So, I need to be leaving the streets with something that can keep em' in peace...(Not meaning police!)

You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha', n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..

 Then I was like, my pen's the medicine, right?
I'm seen in a menacing light, to some, scum, but I'm "Out Of Sight"
like the old catchphrase, n' Omen - back in my old text days..
A weirdo, take you back to 69' like the grown sex craze..
Then throw you in the back of the truck, like a known sex trade..
Don't text me. Words upset me. I'm a net nerd..
at text words, directly. An expert like Dexter to death, we..
certainly have an inspiration for my cynical ways..
I'm in clinic, dazed.... pivoting blades at any lyrical mage...
Had that "Bomb Flow", she said... I said, "In here? it's grenades"..
If you thought you were puzzled before? Then this is here's a maze"..
You'd swear it's a craze...the way I took hippies back
to their spiritual days... smoking that good ole Buddha',
n' freedom of speech, which inherits with age..
Godspeed... thank the lord that you're not me.
I've had colleagues say I'm raps modern Gilbert Gottfried..
That was a slap to my face... yeah, I've had my mistakes...
But shit, don't you DARE compare to that LOUD SON OF A BITCH..
Cause when I summon my pitch, I swear a frequency like
that doesn't fucking exist...n' trust me, I'm as tough as it gets..

my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm... My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..

Yeah, getting under your skin! who says that you need the surgery?
I'm murdering whores, dropping em' down like bargain prices at furniture stores..
my curvature's form... with so much wins that it's irking a storm...
My work's the personal norm. that geniuses rehearse to perform..
So fuck with you thought of me, off the top - no lobotomy...
My interest throughout the years is enough to help the economy..
So, @Storyteller and @KwaL!ty .... it's about to be a robbery..
I'm an anomaly of a modernizer, follower's on to me..
God MC... have I said that yet? I hope not...
Dope thoughts, never Downhill for me, get a Soapbox..
I throw shots, and n' if I do, that's IT for you..
You're just lucky that it's through.. n' I didn't bring my sidewinder missile, too!
Bored, n' I'm tapering off, so I'm hope I'm not mistaking ye, dog..
The top spot isn't vacant to y'all - I'm taking it ALL.

you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line.. That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!

Whoa... funny thing is I can keep going wit' this...
my flowing exists in the soul, most don't even know is a niche..
It exists in the soul of the niche, the colder it gets...
My node's to.... show what's coming there to the chosen few..
Yeah, the chosen two... or the chosen one...
you know it, son... yeah, Keying a line..
That brings meaning to mind, like seeing Morgan freeman behind
the March of the Penguins - I believe it's a sign!!!!
LOL @ the Patrick Stewart face... I got that same face when I'm taking a shit..
In your bathroom stall, call your girlfriend in so she can take in a whiff..
Ha... you jelly now? Got that R.Kelly style..
But I don't think there's anyone under age 10, around..
I'm getting wild... about to shut it down in my first key...
As a matter of fact? I'm done.. this works for me, personally a man of diversity.

I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..

Like I ain't mean to do this... of course I did!
I've single-handedly raise the divorce rate in Canada, with my Star-spangled banner, bra..
Call me "Canadian Bacon", does this look like cured ham to ye?
Took a vegan named Angela, n' made the bitch eat a HAMBURGER!!!
HHAHAHAHA....TE-HE-HE... how sick can I be?
Well, difference you see is.. I got such a big dick, I stuck it in your chick n' it tickled the fetus..
Listen, I'm Geebus!, turn it up a notch...
busting locks of Dorm Room doors like Sean Connery, give me ANOTHER SCOTCH..
Then I walk into your girls room like, "You can come and watch"...
But I didn't let her... is it so wrong of me so?
I'm phenomenal, bro... coming right out of the Dog House, to give your momma a bone..
Like, "you can call it Simone", yeah... I had her Raven for it..
It was so fucking good that I had an Atheist PRAYING for it..
It was so good, I had PETA coming out their way to say THEY'D SUPPORT IT!
YEAH.. I don't have to explain why I rap like this, it's just instinct..
Thoughts feel like an iPad stuck up Lance's ass, cause it's in-sync..
I make the most rational people act first, and THEN think..
my pen ink.... is dope enough to make ZELDA DEFEND Link..
Not that it would be weird or anything of that nature...
I'm just sick with it, bro... my thinking elapses a flash of brilliance of every inking synapses..
I'm on the brink of the axis... I bring the world down
like I'm linked to Galactus.. I'm thinking this rap is just instinctively passive..
What I'm drinking is acid... went back in time to meet
Lincoln and ask if... relinquishing black slavery...what was he THINKING with that shit?
LOL... Just kidding I'm black, figured I'd get in Storm Front's head with that...
I know they're feeling a prejudice deep inside of their head, it's just..
my mind's a colt... inside of a vault of Lion's who hear..
the Antelope's crying, and bolt... in that direction, I'm a rapping freshman..
Which's ironic, cause I'd hate to be in that profession..
There's this mass connection to the past, n meeting with that
repeated attack of Yes Man....

So, all rappers beware I bare the tactical tier higher it's practical here, the rappers who fears fire will need access to gear...

Some hood shit, could flip pages up...
Engage these little razor bumps that will fucking fillet you chumps...
Nah, back of the mind.. enough weight to crackle the spine
like a defense linemen who tackles behind the practicing line...
Cause that's how my rap is defined....
A captured design pictured and passed to the prime essence
of every line sentence sitting in his mind presence...
There's no finding a key... you see it idling inside of the hole
by the drivers seat... so a question for you is why compete?
I find the beat of the drum and fall asleep in it, son
Fall asleep on the Sun...
You got the heat conjured piece in the lung... I breathe it
and run any MC out the slums...
That's the consequence... any one not packing common sense?
Hah... they die too... that's the gist of it...
A sly dude, my instruments are minds grouped to network every rhyme looped...
So, all rappers beware I bare the tactical tier higher
it's practical here, the rappers who fears fire will need access to gear...
Why not? The fly spot, see the bird shit....
Deserve flipping every dictionary word, watch the verbs hit...
On the curve, how I preserve wit...
Just typing... fuck up a face for any runner that's stuck in his place...
I mean if you really want breathing? No room... a
heathen who looms around screaming that's he's in the Legion of Doom!
Like Animal and Hawk... I'm a Planet on a Rock...
yes... the loch ness of hip hop just dropping his top text...
The lock on the spot? Pressed down into iron
and forged... like firing wars my desires the entire discourse...
And now the sire is bored...
Every rhyme that he soared down from the higher porch is just lying, ain't no buyers remorse...