i’ve been diggin in the crates / ever since i was living in space

Before the rat race / before monkeys had human traits

I mastered numerology and big bang theology

Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology

Invented the mic so could start blessing it

Chin-checking kids to make my point like an impressionist

Many men have tried to shake us

But i twist mic cords into double helixes to show you what i’m made of

Buckle knees like leg braces


Cast a spell of instrumentalness on of any m-c's that hate us

So you can try on / leave you without a shoulder to cry on

From now to infinity / let icons be bygones

I firebomb / ghostly notes haunt this

I tried threats, but moved on to a promise

I stomp shit / with or without an accomplice and

Run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this


(akira) put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones

And never satisfy my rhyme jonz

Spray in bright day over what you might say

My blood type’s krylon / technicolor type a

On highways, write with road rage

Pages of wind in cages of tin that bounce all around

Surround sound / devouring the scene

Subliminal gangrene paintings / over all the same-thing-

Sing-song karaoke bull shit

Break bones verbally with sticks-and-stone tactics

Fourth dimention combat convention

Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention

Meant to put you away / with a pencil pistol

Official / sixteen-line / the rhyme missile

While you risk your all / i pick out all your flaws

Spttin raw blah blah blah you can say you saw


Its high voltage

This is the unforgettable sound

Bringin you up and taking you down

Comin at you from every side

Making the rhythm and rhyme collide


Sometimes i feel like a prophet

Misunderstood

Under the gun like a new disease