Puffin' L's On Pluto

Mathematics are rhymes of the universe

It's all dramatic systematic mouth-artistic acrobatic mix of words

It's absurd now I must be heard

Just stop fronting and use your head is my scenario from every ghetto to every suburb

Big up to Tribe Called Quest, all the real heads in the studio

Back then when it was real without no video

Most rappers don't even know what rap mean

Rhythmically Assisted Poetry aligning every skills for misperceivers

Let me lease on hip hop the street art

Showing my own steez massive vibes and feels to delete fake fleet with each speech start like Pete Rock or CL

It's clear I'm seeing through fear on these rappers

MC stands for master of ceremonies but now they all liars

Bunch of queer faker showing gear money car fake desire

I swear one day they all understand they based on shit

So beware cause what I spit is appearing to be near

Hectic metric systemic lyrics to clean up ya ear

But no gimmick or mimic cause what I spit is just here

I must amaze ya

When my rap start to maze phrase I blaze haze till the day fade to maintain my rhyme rates just sectionate like chainsaw

Rainstorm of lyrics are born when I'm on

Hurricane of knowledge is just when my brain is warming

The reason why I'm raised and born

Fluctuate through pattern of stable percussion

Relation of rough and painful philosophy enunciated in a sentence

Infiltration of fake facts in your brain by governments

Like flood of April infiltrate your basement in your total wonderment

So number what 3-4-5 or 6-1-2

Think I give a fuck bout telephone number now just get out of the room

You and your hole crew ain't nothing but fool thinking they cool

All they do is write fake rhymes so perpetrate fake rumors too

I Funk like Rama get out of drama

Like Redman I spit fire and like Canibus I blast gas saliva

And surpassed any type of gats rapper

With vast vocabulary bombast to trespass the last fake-ass rhyme sprayer and now

Fake style propagation rap sensation mention my perfection on the mic so there's no need for correction

Ultimate fact that turn wack emcees that'll act and hit 'em up like gats cause with fat sacks I'll make it flow like wax

Tired all day cause I brave the mic all night with creation

What the fuck is wrong in this fake rap industry recession

My rap abuse cause I use ruse and diffuse profuse juice

That'll seduce Zeus or reduce your clan to zero

Blow ya brain up like Hiero

Now I'mma throw like a bow

A though flow you'll notice (know this)

I'mma show you how I diss

Skills and how hectic and real I get on the mic so just chill

My rap abuse cause I use ruse and diffuse profuse juice

That'll seduce Zeus or reduce your clan to zero

Blow ya brain up like Hiero

Now I'mma throw like a bow

A though flow, you'll notice

I'mma show you how I diss

Skills, and how hectic and real

I get on the mic so just chill