(This is to any) wack individual, thats lackin the lyrical talent or physical
stamina to stand in my visual/ its a hazordous ritual/ reenactment of difficult
random syllable patterns that i have mastered at intervals/ spittin faster than
rivers flow, cuz this land isnt livable/ im trapped on this miserable planet
with bastards and imbeciles/ no one's average or typical/ their all rappers or
criminals/ with albums, a million sold, fans attached to their genitals/ and
half of the women chose, to be dancers and centerfolds/ breast cant fit into
their clothes, (cuz) they enhanced em with sillicone/ my standards and
principles, are outcasted in general/ cuz i'd die rather than listen to, tracks
by mack 10 or mystical/ now its back to original/ where each rap is subliminal/
unmatched classic material/ every man is a critic so... / with a hand full
pencils (no), with a can full of michelob/ i trample this little globe causin
considerable damage and bend the axis its tilted on/ just imagine the end
result/ as the planet collapses under the massive passages in my skull/ i was a
bad adolescent with a huge chip on his shoulder/ and as i get a bit older... i
get a little bit bolder/ now im a venomous cobra/ spittin with infinite lyrics
written in folders/ sick and demented when given a motive/ now add a pen and its
over/ you kids not livin a culture/ this business is riddin with jokers into
gimmicks, and posers.....