cOmPatible

ask no questions an i’ll tell no lies/
if you look in my brain you’ll discover the truth resides/
comp gots stars in his eyes and they’re hard to hide/
you jack leg bitches shouldn’t even a tried/
cuz when i get on the mic lights explode in my mind/
i captivate audiences an i slow down time/
with a third eye knowledge that controlls my mind/
at birth i was bisected and my good half died/
so i trounce my enemy with a barrage of sly/
show off my malady with the look in my eyes/
you welter’s couldn’t even weigh in w/ a style like mine/
envision me as the brown bomber, transported through time/
detroit’s finest boxer got a punch like my rhymes/
comp’s inborn style can’t ever be comprimised/
at birth it was discovered that i was half lexicon, half rhymes/
my sprees won’t stop i’m bulimic with lines/
they keep comin’ up an they got nowhere to hide/
I drench napkins with thoughts/
i dole out pay like a time clock/
my distribution is world wide/
i bust with furor like a homicide/
i concede that compatible can be a jekyll or hyde/
so ya’ll who clutch mics better find a hidden spot for your pride/
cuz i hold mics hostage with a terrorist mind.