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Asalaam alaikum, of good will
I offer you the greeting of thought manifested
To finally reveal the chapter
As real as the flesh that embodied in
To the skull cavity your is rotting in, I'll be riding in
And there have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
The course of course, I'm cordial I'm reportin'

I won't distort, I don't
Connect, conduct, collect, or conceal
In full of the roll of the wheel
My eyes are my appliance to the science
Omitting with the high-tech mic check
The buttons that flashed, I for absolute destruction
Your structure is lifted from the
The foundation is broke, so you float around

I'm embedded in what is as beat
Let it be shown, enzyme is complete
In time, see the pace of the pulse pump
Rapidly, heart rate, happily
I happen to be the dark man who holds the
I arch my horizontal line to make a
But it ain't the though, yo
The and true pros are chasing fool's gold

Sliding through holes like rodents
It's obviously evident, my peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the
Inventor, and I plan to be a winner
I'll be in the inner ovaries, overload, overboard
Overseas oversees more, than the eye
Can I stand, primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
The way I shape this landscape, automatically this, vivid
I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the

I love it, learn to it, then give you my exhibit
Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm
My attempts to redefine your guidelines
And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your time
My to redefine your hip-hop guideline
You can play the sideline, rhymes in your spare time
'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your
And we have only touched on the of the serpent

Consider me part of the dust, in the
I must the samples from the rust
Penetrate the crust then no living
Driven by the sonic, language
ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
From beyond, what kind of could I be on?
I know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
While many think that can never play out
Get trapped in a time frame and never their way out

I off the dramatization and I balance
Always seeking the
To the world the incredible talents
I cut the corners, smooth out the
is just half of the problem
I read the kid, I did every column
I the animal kingdom, and the phylum
Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the

I it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting
I suggest that you your town
I the oxygen, mark off the memory
You will never forget to the lone wolverine
Marine biologist machine with the
mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
Tight girdle, and my word'll be the last

I incubate every millennium
I and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em
I am potent,
No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable
No heart, no head, a carcass
The darkest days come, right before the
I watch my and stand right before the mic
By the powers, vested in me, I digested

Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and
Then stiff as if I was on a cliff
Not beneath sticks, my feet are of bricks
I walk my footprints indent cement
I am not practical nor am I
Nor am I to, hideous crimes
city is captured and trapped in my mind

Given the spinal tap as the final rap
My attempts to redefine your guidelines
You can play the sidelines, rhymes in your spare time
My attempts to redefine your guidelines
You can play the sidelines, write in your spare time
'Cuz I have become the night owl on the
Master of the penpal style 'cuz I'm, om-nipotent

I'm, some, government experiment is out of control
I'm from some big hole
I square up, select, and every tangle
I flare up, and you can try, any
Even Bermuda, but I the barracuda
Then I'm, octagon in the wind with the