the title says it all...bullshittin galore
Lyrics
I switched from paper-to-grabbin-mics/
Unfadable lyrikal raper-im-stabin-dyks/
Emcees are gone like vapors-when-rappin-strikes/
Deliverin rabid-bites i shine so much im trappin-light/
Yall get crucified im back (bang) your cru-has-died/
Shut up and just observe how tha truest-ride/
Let me teach you summin new-its-pride/
Im sikker than your body with a flu-inside/
Surpassed all with better-lyrics-and-complex-style/
Damn this professor of metafysics-is-next-pal/
You spendin your digits on visits-to-sex-gals/
I'll wreck-wild if you gon try to flex-now/
Rhymes so phat that tha computer is flashin critical-mass/
In a lyrical-clash im supreme ya team looks pityful-fast/
You rap in tha minimal-class while i throw you in a subliminal-trance/
These criminals-blast at any man who stand-in-our-path/
Defenders-of-rap are sendin-you-back-to-tha-realness/
Yes its a fact that only tha wack-cant-feel-this/
Hook:
Mentally advance i put your mind-in-a-trance/
Optikal illusion confusion inside-of-a-glance/
Rhymin is a habit i dont take tha mic i grab-it/
Improvement is rapid,i rap-it and any foes soul i trap-it/
Your rhymes are crap-kid,youl never reach-my-level/
Im paradox like a preachin-devil,constantly teachin-rebels/
How to rap and evade tha traps of cheddar-and-fame/
I proved im better-your-lame battlin or droppin letters-of-pain/
Me and ma cru together-we-reign,we never-tha-same/
Alwayz advancin at a crazy-speed/
Not of tha lazy-breed,we got tha hazy-weed and what tha laydeez-need/
Well know on tha block we rock 24-hours-a-day/
We slay and devour-tha-pray with raw-powers-displayed/
We freeze emceese like cold-showers-that-spray/
Allow-us-to-say were tha best-on-this-planet/
Ready to test-when-demanded and takin tha rest-fo-granted/
Causin stress-and-panic and tracks i be blessin-frantic/
Like i was Jesus-Christ damn this piece-is-nice/
Cospiracy didnt shook you my thesis-might/
You have sleepless-nights cuz my drops are deep-and-tight/
Bilingual spittin raps at a fast-pace/
So youll always end up in tha last-place/
Tha blast-phased and~
smacked you...into tha vast-space/
Superior race even at a subatomic-level/
Bombin on yo ass like islamic-rebels/
Lines so sick that they practicly uncurable/
Only time yall flow is in tha mens urinal/
Go out for a live battle and rip-sum-guys/
Got it on lock like Gene Hackman in crimson-tide/
Combine a keen mind and a desire to drop-fire/
And youll get raps that leave more tracks than hot-tires/
We rock-wilders while-our style is intergalactic/
Dispatchin back-flips attack-hits in tha form of guerilla tactics/
I was genetically engineered into a lyrikal-assasin/
Like Jesuses ressurection this mirracle-is-massive/