[Verse 1]

Let's begin

Asalaam alaikum, people of good will

I offer you the greeting of thought-manifested skill

To finally reveal the open-end chapter

As real as the flesh that you're embodied in

To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in

And there might have been a slight rotation warp to curve the course

Of course I'm cordial when I report, I won't distort

I don't contort, connect, conduct, collect, console, or conceal

In full control of the roll of the wheel

My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science

Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check

The buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute destruction

Your structure is lifted from the ground

The foundation mound is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in what is known as beat

Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete

In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump rapidly

Heart rate, happily marched

I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts

I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow

But it ain't the same, though, yo

The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through holes like small rodents

It's obviously evident my embellishment peaks at 292 IQ

'Cause Big Ace is the spinner in the center, inventor

And I plan to be a winner

Meaning I'll be in the inner-outer ovaries

Overload, overboard, overseas

Hearin' oversees more than the eye can

I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist

The way I shape this landscape automatically makes this vivid

I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot

I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit

Not inhibited, not even a little bit, when I'm inclined

[Hook]

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines

And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline

You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time

[Verse 2]

'Cause I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose

And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent

Consider me part of the dust in the dusk

I must collect the samples from the rust

Penetrate the crust then trust no living

Driven by the sonic language passion

Your ashes spark the flashes of the neon from beyond

What kind of planet could I be on?

I don't know, but I'ma be on for eons and eons

While many think that they can never play out

Get trapped in a timeframe and never find a way out

I stay off the dramatization

And I balance, always seeking the challenge

To show the world the incredible talents

I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces

Worthlessness is just half of the problem

I read the grid, kid, I did every column

I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum, wild style 'em!

Until they get to hit the target, I mark it on the bullseye of flies

And the buffalo wing in the sky

My architech-nique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground

I suggest that you warn your town

I inhabit the oxygen mark off the memory

You will never forget to remember

The lone wolverine marine biologist machine

With the verbal, internal mind fertile

Foot over hurdle, tight like girdle

And my word'll be the last

I incubate every other millennium

I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em

I am potent, untraceable

No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts

No heart, no head, just a carcass

The darkest days come right before the light

I watch my watch and stand right before the mic

By the powers vested in me, I digested MCs' food for thought

Caught on to the end of the rope and swung

Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff

Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks

When I walk, my footprints indent cement

I am not practical, nor am I unusual

Nor am I oblivious to hideous crimes

Every city is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs

[Hook]

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines

You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time

My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines

You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time

[Verse 3]

'Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl

Master of the free pen pal style

'Cause I'm omnipotent

I'm some government experiment that is out of control

I'm from some big black hole

I square up, select, and wrecked every tangle

I flare up, and you can try any angle

Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda

Then I'm, octa-gone in the wind with the pollen (The pollen)

[Outro]

That's enough of the guidelines

That was my theme music!