Pick apart your pixels. Look fast and strike up action with a back spin/
Battery acid fattening knuckles. We let the raps in/
Gattling projectiles. Talk a talk more than you do/
Rawkus voodoo. Want to move forward? Shoot through/
I say fuck the media but perpertrate the soundwaves/
Pound bass with cold fusions. How does the ground taste/
Solid form...rewind it. Listen with a ear drum/
Find it, recite it, fight it until you hear guns!/
Blast a cipher, never let up. Dissect the bredren/
They'll forgive you forever if the mega ever gets done/
Shed a lead ton. Send the best dumb and lay the bread crumbs/
Fuck their heads up? You can leave their balls in an egg cup/
Deaden the mentioned. No named mortals. This is hip hop/
Pick the mix. Pop the shit. Cop this bitch in mid drop/
Sick of the British ish where mans fe get nuff tings/
It rings with gimmick hindrance. Fuck the bluffings/
Bling! I shine with no accessories than those to murder/
The unblessed who turn up with signs permitting learners/
You're gripping burners? I'm like "huh? What the fuck kid?"/
Riding out on the back of 50Cent like Young Buck did/
Amongst the madness, grab it. Toy with the drunk compulsion/
Fuck revolting. Achieving a genre based adulthood/
Through music. Virtual reality saliva spitting/
My mind it fixing to drive and arrive at the time the guys are ripping/
Hit fast, snake fist. Take this above the plateux/
Perhaps hold the mic real tight like an asshole/
You want to fucking battle? Drop kick from long distance/
Built in Kong's image. Wait...the song's finished/
