Complex anomolys, dropped hypothesis in controversial polecy.
While yall rap for politics, we rap for honesty.
Were prodigy, lyrically minded, defined by these.
Disguised writings, 9 to 5 bindings, spiking rhymes with.
Knives to slice these.
Styles that shoulda been dropped--back in the 90's.
Now they labled the game, made it all grimey.
So I set aside a nation to break this, with rhyming pages to make this.
Anticipation tames my pain like THC vapours.
Thank the makers, they look outside religion like the pagons.
Mystic translations,
Aimed at making soldiers down in gods laboritory basement.
Changing DNA, faces, re-arranged like playthings.
But where just on the game, its hip hop. Picture this man.
I slip rip on ya rhythem & spit an infinite syllable plan. and,
Damage ya mandeble, cut & hack kids.
Publics like a man jumping off a cliff with a crack head to catch him.
But.
I speak peremitory thats my story.
Numb ya face with morphine, disease.
Till puss squirts out ya pours thats all green.
Rupturing your spleen, with those rusty metal things.
That you seen in a nightmare of a dream.
I mean, I put the curse in it, 1000 white teens in tight jeans.
Thats suberbs in it, I make it perfect bitch.
Conversing with, my dick,
Cause thats what I wanna merk her with.
The mad microphone tournament.
I dance with torment,
Murder emcees with verbal offence thats god-sent.
Kill you with my comments, leave you with a complicated complex.
Its gothic yet reborn, religious yet agnostic.
Watch it smash you into earth, harder than missles to bomb with.
Mash ya face so bad, you move into a catholic convent.
& you cant blame me for being honest, rappers check ya coffins.
By the day, watch my mind's atomic bomb operate.
With a million atoms at once, laughing as they constellate.
Doom to any emcee that wanna play.
Ok.
Nahmsayn..
Dont bite tito..
