Double back, bubble back, relax

Sip the cognac, watch us chop wax like axe

The team leaders, palm readers, mind readers

To yolk MC's we be the, egg beaters (yo)

Behold, the title holding trophy grip

Assess internet access as computer chip

Concentrating, on computating, calculating

What's crammable, plus acclaimable, vintage flow

Be understandable, yet untameable, a wild thing

Bumping, triple jumping, the heartbeat rhymeologist

Steady pumping, compelling, propelling

Accelerate like excelling, or gasoline

I puzzle into wordplay for MC's in my mezzanine

Lyrics exquisite, I mean fine cuisine

With a slip of the pen, the track get hot like cayenne

And amped like armageddeon, shreddin, water treaddin

Insect MC beheadin, the lotus eater

Watch the leader, publish thought like mind reader

With linguistic intermix like egg beater, be the

Chariotier, future and yesteryear here

World premier, relay rhyme like Paul Revere

The trickle down theory in your stratosphere

Plus the Einstein theory by Shakespeare in your ear

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I part the crowd like the Red Sea, the deadly poisonous rap medley

Feds wanna behead me, allege me to be the criminal

What, subliminal crimes, handled with rhymes

Fortified, with iron and minerals

Street lockin from heat Glock and reach prize

To state of mind, object of the rhyme, pried from the time

Drop it on your mind, men'll explode

What plot unfold, like a Glock unload

Yeah paint a fatal picture, story untold

Jewelry and gold, you can catch me tourin the globe

With Moet, do this here, shit as far as it go

Got to be more to gettin this, than cars and clothes

Bars and hoes, only for glory, God and grove

Mob shit, key in the ignition, car explode

To the break of day, real **** is gon' make away

Trapped in this game for a minute 'til we can break away

If you can catch me, you could be me, try and see me I'll blind ya

They'll never find ya, I clap hot caps from behind ya

It's a cold world that's wet so my slugs burn when they enter

Hit your major arteries, you're startin me to feel this

Ice the Oscillator, gangland hood, the realest

My bulletholes look like funnels, stuck the {?} pen in the Tunnel

For some get real, **** whattup, fuck that

Word to God, if you fuck my whole crew bucks back

And set the shit off, rock the clip off, knock your bitch off

Get the Hennessy, screw the lid off, and drink

Suck and fuck 'til my fuckin dick sit off

And eat the pussy like I'm tryin to lick the fuckin clit off

Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus] - repeat to fade