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//Verse 1

People say I’m a wannabe, yet I’m nothing but a gonna be

Game’s a lottery, fusing debauchery and philosophy

Socrates’ property eradicated by orthography

Just an anomaly and an oddity, 'cus novelty's in the glossary

Lockerbie economy mockery democracy monarchy

Constantly and horribly diminishing this monopoly of sodomy

Not just a gotta be, but a lauded ought to be

A harmony followed by a lyrical odyssey

Linguist Castro, prolix fiasco

Hot fire flow blows like Tabasco

Cold wind gusts bust like Glasgow

Contemporary classic, Space Age Lascaux

Spitting orders of magnitude in Pascals

Cruising down Vasco, I'm never fragile

Gotta battle the castle, crackle the scandal

Jackals vandalizing Handel’s sandals

Millions and millions' ears go bad with my vocab

Yet I’m rapping with taste, ain’t Conan the nomad

Vanquishing line by line, Romans roaming the homeland

The lyrics and beats, just the code and the program

//Chorus

Newcomers emerge along with the explosion

Old men shrivel at the zenith of the erosion

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//Verse 2

I’d be filing these phylums, giving light to asylums

'Cus the item is silent, well I’m riding the island

I’m fighting these pylons, from Thailand to Iceland

Ain’t frightened of tyrants, reliant to giants

Goliath the Lion, complete silence of Mayans

Himalayans are trying, the violence of climates

Ides of the iron, need a vitamin for islets

Tides be rising, 'cus this environment wants a diet

It takes six fucking degrees to liquidate the Earth

Don't require dick sucking police to irritate a jerk

No need to imitate berzerks, cus I illustrate a perk

What indicates and implicates that I discriminate middleweight perverts

Hanging out with anagrams, spoonerisms and malaprop

Catalog, rapping 'bout Hoover wisdom and analogs

At Camelot, bayonetting the dragon's heart

Ain't an action star, but I'm acting hard til I rip your ass apart

Playing words one by one, doing some metty and fish

Spraying verbs cus I'm steady, right, I'm ready to diss

Taking first, I'm not Gilgamesh, nor some Enkidu shit

I'm making birds, with this aching verse left to spit

//Chorus

//Verse 3

If Paleozoic were rap, I'd be the trilobite

I'm zero stoic, yet grasped that Randy Rhino bites

In the pocket of genes, determining whether you're albino white

Ain't rocket machine, deciphering an enigma with blindfold sight

Next level rapping, knots needing to be tied

Wrecked devil fapping, dazzling of a ruby twine

Doesn't give a fuck about couture, I just hurl the suits behind

Recruits resign, ignoring Dock Martins' future boot designs

Get grip from a tentacle of a cephalopod

Chick's Siamese, rentable thingamabob

Mo' brides from Yakutsk, damn her of gigaflops

Strobe lights abuse, cram her with millibars

Take her to Arkhangelsk, archangels got tangled

Makers nonfatal, baking rectangles from mangles

Want me to vanish? Fine, just burn me in

Beyond deep yet banished, not waiting for Permian

//Chorus x2