Yo the rhyme excursions minds like brain surgeons Feel the tear gas even on clean versions No goddammit Hard like to the utmost I'm butter on rye, high but play the low post I stretch to go the distance yo my are mad elastic I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and keep it....classic Expressions in the facial, I'm on >From Caribbean rhythms I hit em wit a battered pattern The circle Saturn I'm on ice The slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems My life, ain't tryin to see no or Oscar Best believe the styles will rub off like On people, yo check Dilated, The influential rock rhymes in format You see the if you acting disaccordingly to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly's
I'll take you from He-Man to Cat to Kringa Medieval messanger, west coast Take you to the street, battle me a fuckin sin Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be wind handcuffs just from deconcentration Then I broke out the bus, the hospital patients On the weekend pass, but I still come 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 I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart There's a part of your heart stuck in 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 open like the English Channel I rock the shot, I keep it hot like flannel I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in anal You think it can't happen, kid I'm rappin? no gun clappin, cut the jaw-jackin Let the joints get shot and see who this knot Then kick off your jump off my jock And check the new style Whitey Ford's prune to 'cause once upon a time, not ago Before hip hop was for the radio An MC show had to cold the masses to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses So bang bang boogey, up the party Someone off, and scattered everybody Drunk off Bacardi, off the trauma It's death from above, the livest dive In the squadron, I break I get New York love my name's King Sun I T La Rock till they break the dawn Steady puff L's, I fight like Spawn My moves are animated, my crew's you cats suspensions are up in my deminsions We can tensions or we can get rowdy So I'ma keep it on the love and do my Duty Howdie
Styler] Direct your short term plan, rhyme boards wit the hoards I'm dynasty killer Reveal the cause wit the on down Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I Cylinder never python, Madchild Physical justice rush this for now Move faker the game time set so don't sweat that God don't test that, too infinite to get at the fields Swollen got the iller drills And if you wit the steel Bust the revealings in my of these dealings I went to shield I build phases of death, the illsuion Is the sweat that you When you feel the Divine Styles circum nine circles of hell You keep on you don't stop a nigga never stay still Whatta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that You-you ready for that chill