
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Style Police |
I think it’s time to get the zap board |
The rap lord has disembarked to restore the missing parts |
For all ya’ll, stiffer than starch |
You know the pictorial symbol |
Portable nimble brain waves got my grimy chains jiggling |
I’m burning at Higher Learning like Singleton |
Single out simpletons with stylings such as Intercon |
It’s the bomb let’s get it on |
Mr. Bombay to you |
Slay a crew You never paid your dues |
You’re testimony phony bologna |
And boney with only a wooden leg to stand on |
Like a pregnant panda in the wilderness and I’m the wildebeest |
And I see you still a thief with my style in the grill of your teeth |
Diligently apealing with speech with militant beats |
In and of leaks to let my feet miss the freeze |
Mysterious blistering like the gold on Mr T Handicap your voyeurism destroy |
your vision |
Massive with gashes no defended forms step in the swarm of bees leave with hives |
Rhymes conceive with knives of flesh |
While you’re wild as exile |
My text styles spookier than x-files |
You fruity like a pedophile |
After the battle cries thats when I metabolize |
While you fantasize I antagonize like replacement killers ease your filler |
Ridiculous, meticulous |
Fry you like a chicken breast |
Fuck your smith n wesson |
Pull you out of the oven get the dressing |
With possession |
Question all directions |
While you still a suck petulance |
Stuck dwelling in the past |
Pull over, get out of the car (You're under arrest) |
Slowly put your hands behind your head legs crossed (You're under arrest) |
I do it till I feel fine |
Real rhyme, still time |
Stop frame, drop change |
Rock brain, stock exchange |
Mock my name |
There’s not a lot to gain from that |
When I’m up to bat its like you trying to duck a gat |
You commonplace |
I shift time and space |
Leave your mind erased like the year 2000 and data replaces the faces |
Cause there is no oasis |
I wield your locations |
A military pack of black tornadoes |
I Fernando Slam you on an anvil |
Scrape you with a breakthrough |
Lacerate your plastic face acquired though plastic surgery |
I leave your flow burgundy and crimson limbs and arteries |
Down in the chart MC’s |
As I’m sipping margaritas its a part of the feature from the particle preacher |
Universal ubiquity when you sit with me and chat |
You will get to see a fat flow that fried your brain cells like formaldehyde or |
alkaline |
Check the words now combined |
Leave you with powder burns |
Deltron Z has now returned |
My dogmatic songs average rap artists |
I’m an author who augments my solstice to the tip with my groove essentials |
I’m coming in a hydrofoil spreading hydroponics |
While you chasing the dragon |
Like you’re facing a magnet |
My brain is digital playing with analog controllers |
Force movement in increments with instruments |