@theprofessor,
Wake up , got that urge to let words produce an adreniline surge
leave the circuits blown , leave the jerks alone , even if i have to work alone
invert the phone, Mic's always down , im up for it
never give up an forfit ,
from the cortex , twisted vortex , one man quartet
the beatboxer, the breakdancer, the emcee,
the graffiti
written on his soul , lit'n the fuse bombest flow
his styles magnetic kind, compass hold
my direction,step in my lab disection of congress hold
never pointing a finger , from the wrist up
ya fist fucked
clitorus fucked
its jsst what ? what i've known
since the atmantium in my bone grew a microphone
threw a cyclone flow , the ways this phyco flow
what goes around comes around ! originals are not recyclable
indivduals the type to ignite the soul
give a **** if you like the flow ,
have fans in the stands hold up there hands till the lighters blow
I cracked open a portal to the immortal know
so will i ever be a ghost writer No...
stand up for my rights Yo left in the land of supervillians I fight foes
Superheros , going from zero to deniro graf murals
P.O. referrals
give a F I know the Bureau
I piss off rappers when this cocky mf let the words flow
ya get smoked like herbal ,jumped like a hurdle
fatter then the gurdle, land on this planet an crop circles
post an paste
an it aint up to no debate
when i get up its higher then the souls a saint
it's no debate
when my pen wake its higher then solar fate
diggin turntables , heavyweights on the mic like scholars crates
by now you should know the answer !
when Mikes on the mic it should stop all debate
rock n roll hip hop an all the greats
I summon ya souls ,give u a ring on saturn ur call'd today