yo we all wildin, bump heads like Carl Island/
with this corpse in my trunk smilin, bumpin a Phil Collins album/
tradin physical scars with my employers, poppin valiums, callin my lawyer/
dodgin helicopters type of paranoia/



i'm a basket case, claimin i slam like sam Casellus/
split bars like fightin Heavens gate, fuck, stuck in this phantom shell/
refrain from bein maintained, from bein a plain breathin kat thats bad as hell/
often scrap your lines, i'm lockin rap down like fat fags in jail/
clash with your trash talk, your styles vaginal verbal backwash/
battles are like fashion shows, everytime i make a kat walk/
and your tracks are soft like plastic train sets, i'm analyzin life/
rebel with a head fulla metal, i magnetize the mics/
you got it tangled up like dreaded hair, i split your endins
you just a faggot tryin to strip me of my phat like Richard Simmons/
but i'm straight as fuck, theres no way you could possibly bend me/
unlawfully unlawful, make more bitches cry than Oprah Winfrey/
you hope you kill me in the past like a plane hazardous/
at shows crash the mic ill tracks like jordan in a train accident/


you know i'm a born believer in scournin leaders/
die from either boredom or floored by obscene police beatings at a border precienct/
ordered to hand over the letter with recorded speeches/
and bomb threats at consulants abroad but all i want is peace/
make me feel like i ought to be more than slaughtered for bringin martyr to speakers/
the harder they front, the odds of they weakness/
species leakin deciet from every office invasion feature/
i'm morbid from creatures, anti racial teaching the planet appraisal/
reach for pages, unleashing hate till my hands are disabled/
with cables connected, this virus got my navel infected/
waitin for the resurrection of Jesus, stayin protected/
paranoid, but unfrightful, writings vital for my survival/
to make my rivals idolize me in rhyme recital/
my life is trifle, seeing sleepers with sniper rifles/
keep outta full sight, remain insightful/
signed The Arabian Disciple/


even after this rhymes over, im still wildin/
its dome improvement, cuz you nose it from my lines like Tim Allen/
gettin violent, surrounded by nonsense and shit talkers like compost salesmen hostin manure conferences/
i rock spots often, like Palestinian pushers with chicken pox walkin/
from crack houses through to Isreali auctions/
attack the mics with shameless hunger/
like tyson fasting under the teachings of Masserella/
so if you ask me, i got it locked like chastity belts/
actually talk through tapes so hot, i make your batteries melt/
and walkmans that release toxins that are bad for your health/
like concentrating on self conferntation, i'll battle myself....