[Intro]

I was walkin down the street, I said, "Wait!"

[Verse]

You been impacted and attacked with a mixture of aromatic paragraphs

Graphed with acidic cataclysmic mathematical acrobatics

My mind confines plenty rhymes

Slice your stomach with the mic twenty times, leaving lines on your torso that look like mini blinds

And people could peep through and view your vital organs anytime

A psychic told me I won't come into my prime 'til I'm 129

I'll lesson ya

Body mass from flesh into a watery mist and spray you out of can like air freshener

I won't have any problems stopping ya

The one man mafia that's chopping ya 'til I filet ya like tilapia

My Glock spits neuro toxic hot bricks

My synopsis make rocks split, block hits from unseen entities that I box with

I hold a key like locksmiths, got x-ray optics, grew thoughts I get

Sit outside my knowledge pit cause they could not fit

My virus too strong to call off

I could stand on one foot on a building's ledge in a strong wind and couldn't fall off

I spark the seeds that are hard to read

I'm from a larger creed of Martian breed that turns cautious offers to quadriplegs

This rap cannibal that wrap vandals

Like snakes on the Animal Channel that traps mammals in the annals of my neck panel

The dichotomy, my word logic locks you

And stops you from breathing out until the death angel adopts you (Yeah)

You wanna have it, take a stab at it

I'm avid about smashing your cabbage into specks of forensic lab fabric

Impostors copy my logic, my body and knowledge

To your body's composite from solid to liquid to gas and back to solid

An apocalyptic flame rips

From my lips at insane clips, that strips fragmented micro grains and brain chips

I distribute facts amongst ya

The chiropractor that replaced needles with multiple axe in your back for acupuncture

The inhabitant of the labyrinth Babylon

Paramount paragon that runs relay marathons with 90-pound batons

And I spark suns 'cause I been hotter

The Bin Laden sin plotter that'll beat your ghost out of ya like a pinata

My information, level contagious

Blazing abrasion that had you phased with radiation like a chemo patient

When average rappers scavenge passages from my tablets

I ravage anatomy savage and won't even let the maggots have it

Don't try to draft the chapter after me

You'll think you levitating but you'll be actually hanging ropeless, defying gravity

The word merchant that squirts serpents with a flow pump

Lyrically I'm the opposite of a hurt workman 'cause I get's no comp

Your verses are worthless

My thirst is strong enough to coax Earth's water from the Earth's inner core up to it's surface

I'll leave a generation birthless

K rehearses in other dimensions while being nourished by the milk of shirtless nurses

You quoting stuff that ain't potent enough

I seen a ghost of the rhyme you wrote leaving out of your rap folder and floating up

Like Ike I beat and bruise the mic if I use it right

You gon lose tonight and every pen you choose'll go on strike and refuse to write

I'm overseen by wicked guardians

Which enter me after every performance and make me slaughter part of the audience

I never finish a battle, one paragraph, they blew

Just like a phone number, most rappers dash halfway through

I designed the rhyme, I wish that I could have read at first

I didn't get a chance, people were screaming and giving me dap before I said the verse

I'll speak to your brain and tremble it

The skim of it I'll dismember it, blow up the frame and let a baby reassemble it

Skills that are doping 'em with opium

The trophy I'm accepting while my victims head lay hopelessly on a podium

[Outro]

Hahahaha

Go on say it dog say it, you cried huh

(nah), you so mad you cried right you did

You did, mayn, you cried

Shit, you were mad then a motherfucker

You cried nigga, you cried

What did you do, to deserve that shit