| I’m in a heavy metal vibe in a rage
|
| But since I don’t use a guitar I slam and burn bodies on stage
|
| I shout and spit at these doubting tricks because they counterfeit
|
| I’ll swallow dusk speck and knock a ton of dust up out of it
|
| I hold my folder overhead until my shoulders burn
|
| I’ll show you what I learned when I get back from the point of no return
|
| My bars be loaded with palsy
|
| My phone works in reverse, so I’ll hang up in your face before you call me
|
| Set you in the depths of this medley
|
| Once I lock you in my head G, you’ll never leave again like a dead tree
|
| They look at me and say this guy’s scary
|
| While you wearing a tiny backpack on books, I carry a library
|
| I stand calm through the chaos and violence
|
| And the only thing that breaks my concentration is silence
|
| Only classic lines rise from my lid
|
| Sometimes I think I wish I thought of that, and then I realise that I did
|
| My hand is faster than the eyes, so blink quick
|
| I’m so naturally instinctive that I swing fists before my brain thinks it
|
| The Anarchist who ran farthest through the grand darkness
|
| My flow scorches a man’s carcass like a pan’s sausage
|
| I spark mystical thoughts that rise about the hardest
|
| Raw enough to hide your car inside its own glove compartment
|
| The trained shogun so approach me real slow son
|
| Cause I don’t even trust the dude who told me to trust no-one
|
| When it leaves my mouth, it doesn’t take a strong amount
|
| One ounce of what I douse is like a glass of Kool Aid at Jim Jones' house
|
| You see he’s frail
|
| I’m harder than a seashell with deep spells that let me snatch DNA samples from
|
| emails
|
| You’re shell-shocked when the spell drops
|
| I almost went to jail for putting a bag of ricin in my own mailbox
|
| You specialise in phrase adoption, I display self-made concoctions
|
| Plus I break scales when I weigh my options
|
| My head spins forwards and backwards on an antenna-like axis
|
| Then I practice writing raps that cause anaphylaxis
|
| The lead professor, I go deeper in each semester
|
| The beat infector, specially trained continent reconnector
|
| My genius stripes been earned, the wisest men learned
|
| At my feet Einstein couldn’t have made it as my intern
|
| Verbal infern, no pity or concern
|
| I run circles around you full speed until I melt you with the wind burn
|
| Then send vocals out this world until the moon is warmer
|
| Walking through metal detectors with a suit of armour
|
| The true performer, writing volumes on a single pad
|
| And to your life your subtraction is the only thing I’ll add
|
| My mind glides like a high-tech design ride
|
| Plus I saw you clear as day from a blind side
|
| I made a big mistake, you’re not the guy I meant to help
|
| Disconnected my body parts just to reinvent myself |