I annihilate as I articulate Words of power your ryhmes are unconfounding so death's your fate Ostentatious genius of rappin Is mentally clappin to take hip hop back thats what's happenin Proficiency and ingenuity Plus more styles than a Shaolin mon es tary In poetry my formula's deadly Bring your hypest man in your army another casual-ty Slow like demise I crept on those that slept Droppin my ryhme science like I'm Imhotep Application of mind over matter Made fools scatter, rhymes fatter, minds splatter Your girl bend over and over and over MC's try to touch the Damaja but you just can't win Excellent with the word play, you lay Face down, when my, mind spray
*Premier does his thing again like only Primo can*
Thunder on your Dome with no help from Mad Max Lyrics like hype tattooes go over the dope tracks We booby-traps, all our inventions We know the intentions of MC kleptomaniacs Rap brainiacs have cardiacs soon after the attack When it comes to ryhmin I slam harder than Shaq Accomplish the bio-feedback, more complex than an almanac Keep you up like an afrodesiac Idealist not an opportunist Don't molest no shorty still in all, I'm dangerous Mentally you can't talk to me, hear me, or see me You're not equipped From, street blocks to cell blocks my vo-cals rock Do more work than a crackhead with a, toolbox Jeru never touch-er, mic-ra-phone wrecker If your honey's a Queen I'll sex her More important, the mind strikes like the nine strikes a priest by May You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
*Primo flexes that razor sharp turntable wizardry*
J-E, Rrrah-U it's a horror to you Lyrical kung-fu so do your kung-fu if you know kung-fu Dirty, down low profile Shoot up jams without the aid of lead projectiles Style's ridiculous, techniques infamous Take more heads than Santa Claus at Christmas Science misfits, meet the rath of my wit Immediately following, they go into a conniption fit Reach into my bag of darkness and spark this like an arsonist Blow up like a terrorist I'm not a sexist dont have the power to be a racist I'm a scientist, and an activist Complex yeah simple like Mixelplics Unlike the silly devil, I don't come with tricks/Trix So out there to all you MC's return to the righteous way Or meet death face to face when my, mind spray
*Primo wrecks it like a 12 car collisionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
