[Intro]

WSC, MTW, S-t

Figure it out

For LA

[Verse 1]

I clock in at 8:02, deflate whole crew

Sportin' open toed shoes out in front of Whole Foods

State my purpose at first — I'm coming to enumerate

[?] like motherfuckin' Dumile

Locked 26 deep within the carbonite tomb today

The intellect has consumed me but then again, who's to say?

Shattering spattered blood all across the wall

LA has patened in styling, double time

And writing rhymes that form acronyms

Get into the show, VIP with no laminates

Shed synchronicity like snake skin while you examine it

Stupid, duffle gang-bang it and put it in your cabinet

Dicing mics and slicing and stabbing it

Acting kind of crazy like a creature that is ravenous

All pin-point paragraphs like javelins

Balling socket joints get dislocated, we're savages

Back in '99 this said rhyme type here ravages

I'll leave all you busters rhyme books up in bandages

Keep my lungs strung on a plant like Robert or radishes

Keep my tongue programmed on auto-ran

[Verse 2]

Listeners, loving it, lyric lost angel

Andromedous transplitting these covalent bonds to band

Face without a name up in the place with new fangle

Steampunk invention, half-man, half-engine

Gaffling under fake names like the Rainbow Coalition

They parish by this here transmission from their own volition

Lots of dead men behind the wheels of Expeditions

Peep me on the IMAX off of the street Exposition

Consecutive rendition, retro-metro hypo-dermic nitro-glycerin

[?]

Here's your surgical scrubs by the sailing tub

You can't breach this, fuck the peaches

It's all pralines and cream, you're in the old-school medicine like leeches

But every rhyme I write is trash provised and sterilized

If you hear a beat that's bump-bump you'll become paralyzed

Too talented to the point of intimidation

Concise and cynical, the pinnacle of innovation

Trunk hate