Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds brain surgeons Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean No profanic Hard granite to the utmost I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad I'm dope on plastic Flex, and always keep it....classic Expressions in the facial, I'm on >From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered pattern The Saturn twice I'm on ice The line your dome and separate rhymes from poems My life, tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar Best believe the styles will rub off ?pastas? On people, yo check Dilated, The rock rhymes in sequential format You see the if you acting disaccordingly Something to the of Fat Boys in Disorderly's
I'll take you from to She-Ra Battle Cat to Medieval messanger, coast avenger you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin sin Go one wit Madchild, you'll be suckin wind Snappin handcuffs from deconcentration Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital On the weekend pass, but I come sick Psychopathic, you're dealin wit a deranged (right) to kick ya teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work" So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the of the art First I'll feast on your brain and rip your apart There's a part of your stuck in between my fangs Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you couldn't hang 'cause you're way off you need realignment Murdering in solitary confinement
I keep your backside open like the Channel I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot flannel I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your You think it happen, kid 'cause I'm rappin? no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin Let the joints get shot and see who wear this Then off your shoes jump off my jock And check the new Whitey Ford's prune to rock 'cause once upon a time, not ago hip hop was made for the radio An MC show had to rock the masses Used to wear a wit the clear Gazel glasses So bang boogey, up jump the party Someone off, and scattered everybody Drunk off Bacardi, off the trauma It's from above, the livest dive bomber In the squadron, I formation I get New York love like my name's Sun I T La Rock Bells they break the dawn puff L's, I fight hell like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's While you suspensions are up in my deminsions We can ease or we can get rowdy So I'ma keep it on the love and do my like Howdie
Styler] Direct your short term plan, rhyme boards wit the hoards I'm dynasty killer Reveal the cause wit the sling on Venom regurgitate death scripts I sound Cylinder never python, Prevail Physical justice can't this for now Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat God don't test that, too much to get at the fields Swollen got the iller drills And if you wit the steel Bust the revealings in my feelings of these I went to shield I build three phases of death, the Is the that you reflect When you the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine of hell You keep on you stop 'cause a nigga never stay still Whatta whattta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that You-you ready for that chill