Just listen, cuz I’m only just beginning. I don’t want any tension between ascent and descension. I know this might need correction to eliminate pretension so, like anal cavities, I’m clenching but I got diarrhea of the mouth and I’m squirting it out like super soakers in summer so it’s thirst-quenching but, like dead soldiers or gun holsters in California, I’m not hot enough to mention but just listen…
Listen closely to this incantation, a simple demonstration of complex wisdom beyond even my comprehension. The elements exposed to radiation with a level too high to manage a climb, yet still you try. You can’t top my paradigm—the very peak of capability, with lyrical agility, legs like a centipede, untraceable mobility. Calculate an understanding: You’re in but we’re outstanding. Damaging, this is what we’ve been planning. Our flows are known to erode all of your precious stones. Our bombs are known to explode. All the rest of ya’ll clones, acting. We drop you like you’re having spasms. Deep, like a chasm. Our blood cells: Too intricate for your cytoplasm. You: Animalistic, a primitive linguistic. You got your bat but when I tossed the ball you missed it. Don’t be resistant. Just say goodbye, you kissed it. You shouldn’t risk it, you’re too simplistic. Listen to instinct: I don’t have to hunt cuz you’re extinct. The missing link with flows like tap water from kitchen sinks, deep enough to mountains sink…
Just listen, cuz I’m only just beginning. I don’t want any tension between ascent and descension. I know this might need correction to eliminate pretension so, like anal cavities, I’m clenching but I got diarrhea of the mouth and I’m squirting it out like super soakers in summer so it’s thirst-quenching but, like dead soldiers or gun holsters in California, I’m not hot enough to mention but just listen…
Listen to the symphony I composed, write my rhymes like prose. My team bloody your nose, make you inhale these flows like white powder in three rows. Now you overdose, I kick your casket closed. I rock the mic at shows. The earthquake shattering windows, swallowing bodies ‘fore they decompose. I stand at the gates so wack MC’s can’t pass—many step up, but they get shattered like glass. Don’t bother to ask, there’s no question: I hold the sharpest mic and one word will puncture one of your intestines. I suffer from too much alcoholic ingestion. I’m libel to smile while giving MC’s manic depression. The language is pure expression. My sentence is a bullet fired through the barrel of a chrome weapon, shoot where it’s destined. A bull's eye getting pierced in the pupil by a dart—I toss more to split it like a break your crew apart cuz this is art, and each one of my lines is a part of a wooden beam that Noah used to build his precious ark. Now I’m carrying all your fake MC’s across the seas—there’s shit that even Moses didn’t spilt before me. Cuz I’m on the cutting edge of rhyming, slice a face with my raps. I blow my whistle, have these false MC’s on stage running laps…
Just listen, cuz I’m only just beginning. I don’t want any tension between ascent and descension. I know this might need correction to eliminate pretension so, like anal cavities, I’m clenching but I got diarrhea of the mouth and I’m squirting it out like super soakers in summer so it’s thirst-quenching but, like dead soldiers or gun holsters in California, I’m not hot enough to mention but just listen…
