my life is fulla surprises, bullets n' diamonds, pulitzer prizes - n' canibus plants growin in colorful hybrids....
sufferin succotash... imagine tangible theories pumpin' the subwoofers up in a hovercraft, puffin' hash... wit sonic sound waves eruptin' in thunderclaps... while competition's jus a nutritional buzzard snack...
(Fuck, nigga jus listen to the prodigy's opus)... cause you could puff a spliff, n' still wouldn't have the 'foggiest' notion, a god has awoken - to pop shit, n' cause a commotion... (bomb your emotions...)
abusin phonetics, debuting electric, we're truly the freshest... me n' my niggas fusing our methods, and doin our best ta - get up in you like it was human phorensixxx...
my crew is stupendous, producing a message - n' a prophesy of a future in wreckage, where humans are headless, greusome n' wretched - neked, immune to ya weapons, persuing a deathwish...
(AI BRING IT TO UNUSUAL MEASURES)
droppin' gems n' musical treasures - boostin' our leverage - spewin' espesdos - grouped in a nexus... reppin', removin' your plexus...
(So Who's a Contestant?) you ruin the essence... hip-hop, i use it as a tool of expression... ruling a session - buggin' out like that troll dude losing his Prescious...
(Fukc A Mic Cord - I'll Use Your Intestines...)