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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,486
Peak in subgenre #1,469
Author
Truescribe/Enigmabeats
Rights
2003
Uploaded
September 09, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
1 Man 2 MC’s
I dream to bump my LP in my Honda Civic
Tripping of my rhymes blazing more trails than Pippen
I know when I’m outlawed I’ve reached the pinnacle
Rhymes inhumane my shrink declared me cynical
There’s no other explanation for the rhyme circulation
Other than origination from a foreign solar nation
I told you before my path is out of this galaxy
Seen civilizations immune to fallacy
My vision’s beyond years millenniums
Split MC’s into spectrums then bury ‘em
My future surpasses Ouija boards and crystal balls
My past is hidden behind walls of crystal halls
The basis of my greatness the cellular structure
My system quick to vaporize any rupture
In addition to cunnilingus I’ve mastered English
The mic’s exhibit A lets see what you got Linguist
The Linguist
I’m hitting harder than bass guitars
Described as cannibalistic your face is carved
Cause I’m tribal, non-gun I shoot darts at rivals
Kick rhymes on icebergs you hibernate for survival
Bloodline’s so thin so that I’m vascular
My roots are laced with soil that causes massacres
The Linguist is toxic, filtered through crack pipes
The black knight on a horse the high beams black lights
Shielded with a cape, throw a lyrical jack knife
Slicker than a Siamese cat down to it’s last life
Got corked bats, but I still leave you hitless
My stork’s black. I’m translating his words from Hieroglyphics
Millenniums ago the called me praying mantis
Cause I bit off heads and through remains in sand pits
My antics on par with the depth of tantrics or "The Matrix"
Unidentifiable asics
I was the best kept secret in Greenville no longer incognito
Kinda like when Benny Blanco shot Carlito?(Yeah)
And who’s flowing like me though
Lower your hands yall rounded off to zero
In came the insane mighty mouth full of alliteration
With ancestry traced to a little nation
But don’t mistake me for a Haitian
I don’t rhyme for radio stations
Well I Rhyme for the savages who defecate live bats
A legend who lyrically inseminates high hats
Listeners breathless ears emancipated
Never to be resuscitated
Somebody stop me before I take over the game in one sitting
There’s none fitting the same seat as the one spitting
Consider this a resume my pen the reference
Lyrical killer for hire if you feel me you best rinse
