(You) don’t want it with me at least not lyrically (You) don’t have the saliva needed to spit with me (You) couldn’t see me even after Lasik surgery I am by far verbally superior I’m a shark… (x4)
Verse 1:
My lyrics grab your attention like carnivorous birds claws My verbal collage is beautiful like soothing music and a herbal massage All I really do is sell and image like television And conveniently fail to mention any personal flaws
Lyrically I’m more than worthy, sendin niggiz home on gurneys I’ll snap a rapper in half like the wishing bone of turkeys There’s professors from Harvard to Berkley wanting to murk me Cause my existence contradicts their whole life’s work inertly
I’m like verbal science fiction, the illest semantics and flyest diction Combined in one five minute giant mix in I got professional biters hiding nightly right inside my kitchen With spy equipment desperately tryinna listen
But I gotta protect my interests I only write in abandoned airplane hangars and change languages every sentence From English to Spanish, Lebanese and Egyptian In invisible ink and read em back with fluorescent lenses cause…
(Chorus X1)
Verse 2: My brain super-computes at billions of beta-cycles You’re dumber than parents leaving they children to play with Michael Your circumstance is a reflection of your poor judgment That’s why I’m standing over you, faced-down on the floor, bludgeoned
Cause crossin me’s a poor philosophy, I warned you not to be I throw a whole saguaro cactus at you horizontally And clothesline your crew, with throat spines and watch em swell I’m like the acupuncture therapist from hell
Swoopin down to clip you and handicap your balance And snatch you off the ground with a pair of Cretaceous era pterodactyl talons The pre-Jurassic body snatcher with a knack for clownin Grab the mic in ciphers and saran-wrap tacks around it
Now you can call me a jerk if you'd like But I ain’t takin crap from nobody like septic tank service workers on strike I’m fervently tight, a gift to this art You’re nothing more than an insignificant whiff of a fart and thus…
(Chorus)
False Verse: (bridge skit)
My rhymes are like isolated cases of severe criminal insanity They don’t occur often but if they do it’s a calamity Lives get shattered and wives get battered and minds get splattered My rhymes are way over your head like forest canopies…
Verse 3:
I’ll swing a chain and chop your green to relish And cut through your skeleton like jellyfish chillin by submarine propellers Enough of being jealous I’m the meanest I wore Adidas and graffitied on my own placenta as a fetus
And I get psycho when I write flows My wrists are quite swole, I conduct whole symphonies with light poles And it gets ice-cold when the maestro flows With global temperatures colder than Pluto’s overnight lows
See I can’t sacrifice illness for time budgets So I grind on whatever line that my mind’s stuck with From defined to benign subjects It just doesn’t get uttered till it lines up regardless of the rhyme’s substance
See rappers get jealous and hate on what they can’t achieve Cause they ain’t hot and can’t get cold like antifreeze But basically it’s easy as ABC’s ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST… (You!)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
