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I dont believe you're ready for this.
Are you ready for this?
We'd like to capture your minds right now.
Take you a little bit higher.
With a little black rock.

Rock it, rock.
Rock it, rock.
Rock is so...
Yo,

Rock is so neo for my people. This cerebral law, bleed and fought.
Brought on by my alter ego, I halt like the desert eagle.
We talk the crust feeble minded motherfuckers
Uncover they gliss 'cause it's not on your wrist.
Givin' you somethin' to twist up,
Lift up and breath in, I let it resonate.
Elevate you like smoke that broke through heaven's gate.
Some estimate that I can take it wherever it leaves me.
This ain't easy but I'm steady gettin' my elbows greasy,
Puttin' my back in it.
Accent it with facts in it. This a reality.
Radically left wing and my next, breedin' with sex.
Gs and inanimate objects, with prospects and movements.
Supreme, you said yourself. Who else would I represent?
While time leavin' evidence, I'm conceivin' the head of it.
Receivement try to see me at eye to eye level.
With 6 shots pumpin' plots, fierce to pierce metal.
Your armor no match for me. Understandably so.

Yo,
Who wanna test the levels of their versify?
Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies.
Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.
You'll soon find what you're dealing with significantly certified.
Who wanna test Mr. D-I-verse if I?
Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized.
Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.
You'll soon find...

I verbalize surface ties and merchandise theory.
Clearly open their threshold to expose my exposé.
Obey your thirst, a simple page of verse, refreshingly dope.
Indelibly soaked up on rush confusion.
My enterprise identifies the city skies and urban manifestos.
Rose up through the chaos to shake plots and pose.
Visions enclosed in a globe spinnin', I'm seein'.
Be out in my satellite capturin' sight that your eyes couldn't fathom.
Fillin' up the still cane and spreadin' over your terrain.
Changin' complexions, intersection, that you holdin' down.
It goes around like bad karma with mass trauma, the 1200.
Yo, who want it? 'Cause I'm much obliged to give it.
With centrifugal forces, sources beyond your physics.
I'm like chemistry, convincingly providin' what's efficiently fly.
Straight to your chest, comin' off o' my mouth.
You know your armor no match for me. Understandably so.

Yo,
Who wanna test the levels of their versify?
Spinnin' the earth and search beneath it where the purpose lies.
Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.
You'll soon find what you're dealin' with significantly certified.
Who wanna test Mr. D-I-verse if I?
Your whole notions in this thing have been commercialized.
Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.
You'll soon find...
Yo, certified.

Certified
(Certified, certified.)
Some call me super
Certified
(Ready to dance under the pale moonlight.)
Call me super
(Certified.)
Certified
(Certified, certified.)
Call me super
Certified
(Ready to dance under the pale moonlight. You'll soon find.)
Call me super
(Certified.)

Certified
Call me super
Certified
Call me super
Certified
Call me super
Certified
Call me super
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Certified
Call me super
Certified
Call me super
Certified
Call me super

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