I have my foot in the root of your brain, the son of an angel
I shook and stood up ya angle
I'm like a tick at the back of ya, cleft, dismantlin' rep, mix-matchin' ya steps
Intact, with the best, while I dick-smack the back of ya neck
I'm the poet with the most gritty poems, spittin' omens
Equipped with the focus, lyrical spherical soul man
Born to be the mad-man, hand cannon in hand
The bad man in the band, the plan is to kill it
Fresh material, blessed, imperial, rhymes inferior
Lines like cocaine, rogaine rhymes can steer at ya
Mind-power, the time devour the eerie atmosphere
At it with here, look at the sky and sing the Negro spiritual
Wadin' in the water, awaitin' the karma
That's playin' my heart and facin' the start of a major song
Anger is strong, the anguish is basically within arms
And I hate to be wrong, I stay in my cloth, change up the song
And I'm agin' with awe, I'm mathematical Asian with songs
You a white boy, goin' out dancin' to 80's songs
Sit back down, you ain't spinnin' shit around, phasin'
I'm dangerously delicious like greasy chicken at Shakey's
Defenseless with them weapons, compared to Lil' Wayne
I got a Smif and a Wessun to give direct aim
I got two brains, connected like I'm Siamese, I'm sugar-sweet
The grape Kool-Aid to give you diabetes
Leave suckas curryin' wonderin' worries, 'nuff of the borin'
Stop puttin' and poutin' and pourin' your worries on my plate
You're ordinary, I'm great, and I'm sure that I'm forcin' the taste of
A saurkraut up out ya mouth, cause fakin' is evident
Haters are present, the presence of fans are confederate
Methodist, end of the line, send a sublime message
End your existence, preach and 'fend, I'm the air-bender
The black version, lemme send ya mama your obituary
(Funky Break)
Lemme give you a history lesson, when I'm spittin' within essence
I went to your room and sniffed ya mama's panties in her dresser
Recantin', I'm the center of attention, you pretendin' you pretentious
But reality will catch up to your senses
X-in' out the competition, combination, recreation
60's miniature Black Panther fightin' for race
Enlighten ya face with the back of my knuckle, in case
You don't feel this, 'gon have to evacuate the building
Procrastinate ya feelings, I emancipate the illest
I'm the maddest mayne to steal the spotlight, I'm considerin'
To kill up the beat, and then slash up, the ignorance that I have, but
The lyrics I spit is an acronym for A-F-R-O's ethnicity
Lyrical wisdom, hit it and pivot, split it, admit
You're the shit at the soles of my sneakers
I'm sneakier, sippin' this liquor to enter dimensions of Eminem
Extended demented visions of sendin' ya to your preacher
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