i wrote this crazy ass shit while under the influence of medicinal-grade marijuana... march 2001
sometimes i get distracted from the same ol' mainstream gibberish but that's why i find myself exhaling monuments of soul to leave so-called hot boys shivering, (****** ) i still remain to be the apex of humanly intellect and still prove my worthiness by shelling out soundwaves of disrespect, and spread intergallactic wealth through retinal laser diodes that extract completely from the ripples of the vast plains of my brain, so please refrain from the common wackness as i emit this subconscious matter resulting with an assortment of subliminal pieces to shatter, and rather than contributing to wackness, I find myself enclosed in the clutches of creativity while attempting to avoid the aggravating hands of the form we call negativity.....,.,,,,.,.,.,,
(( pauses to take deep breath ))
without warning i numb more skulls than lunii members with cranial anesthetics, and left simpletons wondering why their entire tecnique's pathetic while mine is derived from a poetic form of physical contact and crack spinal chords with razor sharp edges, leaving ministers of wackness completely defenseless when voice box's vibrate, whole frames of human matter commenses to girate under special circumstances will i put up with circuits of ignorance, i unleash a lyrical beatdown and leave hate-monger's psychologically impotent, plus I spread bipolar laryngital disabilities through subversive format and suplex unholy entities by clenching ‘em by the thorax, now sit tight as I go into detail on how I massacre troublesome individuals into suicidal tendencies and make the fatality seem residual, plus I take residence in the city of hope so that every measure of music that I perform remains dope and make sure I alleviate the evils of the mainstream because the gibberish the commerce promotes can make your brain cream into pools of disorderly conduct applying convexes to craniums I swing at underachieving forces with blunt objects composed of pure titanium
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???? but why is it??????
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that everytime i witness wackness performed that I unleash vicious brainstorms to unload rainfall past seasonal norms, though karma’s a MUTHAFUCKA and I WOULDN’T allow it to get the best when I slaughter defensless masses when poised to test /// but im PATHOLOGICALLY aware that in the near future that the true will emerge and see to it that the wackness that the mainstream once supplied is fully reversed and may the curse be lifted so that the chosen few will flourish and make sure that the masses of the universe become mentally nourished and evolve into a life-form far more intellectual that of your common individual, and hopefully destroy any potential roadblocks on our pathway to enlightenment, but in the mean time the current situation is downright frightening, cos all I’m witnessing is get-rich quick schemes to achieve a quick buck and got stuck in the grasp of reality all because he didn’t give a fuck… but my only option is to exhale these vibrations in my voicebox, therefore enlightening the potentially weak individuals in the appropriate methods to ROCK………..,.,.,.,.,.,.,….. but still a very few choose to listen while the rest BABYLON (babble on) like ancient locations from biblical scriptures, so now the teacher has to resort to subconscious violence to ensure they comprehend with the big picture--- and the big picture is simply a michaelangelo machiavellian work of art crafted by creative fingertips, forming precise angles of how the perfected culture of hip hop should intercept ()()()()()() these masses of ignorance—and the paint is formed from artificial coloring intertwined with thick puddles of knowledge, enough intellectual detail to enroll even the most idiotic to college ////// 3000-fold, and the rest of this game shall remain untold...
sometimes i get distracted from the same ol' mainstream gibberish but that's why i find myself exhaling monuments of soul to leave so-called hot boys shivering, (****** ) i still remain to be the apex of humanly intellect and still prove my worthiness by shelling out soundwaves of disrespect, and spread intergallactic wealth through retinal laser diodes that extract completely from the ripples of the vast plains of my brain, so please refrain from the common wackness as i emit this subconscious matter resulting with an assortment of subliminal pieces to shatter, and rather than contributing to wackness, I find myself enclosed in the clutches of creativity while attempting to avoid the aggravating hands of the form we call negativity.....,.,,,,.,.,.,,
(( pauses to take deep breath ))
without warning i numb more skulls than lunii members with cranial anesthetics, and left simpletons wondering why their entire tecnique's pathetic while mine is derived from a poetic form of physical contact and crack spinal chords with razor sharp edges, leaving ministers of wackness completely defenseless when voice box's vibrate, whole frames of human matter commenses to girate under special circumstances will i put up with circuits of ignorance, i unleash a lyrical beatdown and leave hate-monger's psychologically impotent, plus I spread bipolar laryngital disabilities through subversive format and suplex unholy entities by clenching ‘em by the thorax, now sit tight as I go into detail on how I massacre troublesome individuals into suicidal tendencies and make the fatality seem residual, plus I take residence in the city of hope so that every measure of music that I perform remains dope and make sure I alleviate the evils of the mainstream because the gibberish the commerce promotes can make your brain cream into pools of disorderly conduct applying convexes to craniums I swing at underachieving forces with blunt objects composed of pure titanium
????????????????
???????????---------------
???? but why is it??????
????????? ????.....,.,.,..
?????-------==????#%@^^@??????????
that everytime i witness wackness performed that I unleash vicious brainstorms to unload rainfall past seasonal norms, though karma’s a MUTHAFUCKA and I WOULDN’T allow it to get the best when I slaughter defensless masses when poised to test /// but im PATHOLOGICALLY aware that in the near future that the true will emerge and see to it that the wackness that the mainstream once supplied is fully reversed and may the curse be lifted so that the chosen few will flourish and make sure that the masses of the universe become mentally nourished and evolve into a life-form far more intellectual that of your common individual, and hopefully destroy any potential roadblocks on our pathway to enlightenment, but in the mean time the current situation is downright frightening, cos all I’m witnessing is get-rich quick schemes to achieve a quick buck and got stuck in the grasp of reality all because he didn’t give a fuck… but my only option is to exhale these vibrations in my voicebox, therefore enlightening the potentially weak individuals in the appropriate methods to ROCK………..,.,.,.,.,.,.,….. but still a very few choose to listen while the rest BABYLON (babble on) like ancient locations from biblical scriptures, so now the teacher has to resort to subconscious violence to ensure they comprehend with the big picture--- and the big picture is simply a michaelangelo machiavellian work of art crafted by creative fingertips, forming precise angles of how the perfected culture of hip hop should intercept ()()()()()() these masses of ignorance—and the paint is formed from artificial coloring intertwined with thick puddles of knowledge, enough intellectual detail to enroll even the most idiotic to college ////// 3000-fold, and the rest of this game shall remain untold...