Strange -

I’m a confirmed maniac when I hit you with the braniac

Crazy raps pickin' up the slack from your lame attack

Truth is back, black ink is the choice weapon

So either get to steppin' or get ready for the Armageddon

I’m lettin' the beat take me where I gotta go

You can stay the same shape but I gotta grow

How you even make it this far I gotta know

Everybody doesn’t have a gift shit I got it though

Flow like an ocean, can I get a motion

To stop these wack emcees from promotion

Loadin' the funk with the bass and percussion

It’s bound to thump whether edited or cussin'

Give it here or don’t say nothin'

And I don’t really care who’s mic I’m crushin'

Since I hooked up with Jacoby and Justin

From the rich kids to the ones that’s strugglin'

They lovin' it!

Twist a linguistic assisted by vivid rhythmics

Delicious… like licorice sticks, ridiculous statistics

Exhibit why I’m sly and slick and scientific

You couldn’t define my rhymin' quickness if you tried applyin' physics

My vibe is mystic, enlist your mind to listen

My metaphysical fitness is in terrific condition

Rappin' apparition, slappin' mathematicians

Who couldn’t fathom the distance I travel when I’m spittin'

My man, it’s written… in prophecies, stoppin' me

Is impossible to achieve and plots will lead to mockery

MCs be droppin' sloppily, you got to be precise

To reach the height I freak it when I speak in sleep at night

Unique and tight, seein' me, you need a beacon light

My sleek insight will seek the right reasons to keep it hype

I need to fight the evil type and free the mic from fools

So I recite jewels and write rules to fight duels

BREAK (DJ Cataclysmic)

Born & raised in a maze where freedom’s the next phase

My frame breaks the chains that’s tailor-made for slaves

Is it strange?

That I don’t gang-bang to maintain credibility

For suburban thugs, dog is you kiddin' me?

Admittedly, few can see me lyrically and it’ll be

A blizzard in Sicily before I let you limit me

Belittle me, or even timidly commit a penalty

Against me, we turn MC’s to mincemeat

Off the pen streaks and beats banged on MP’s

My locomotive is rollin' over your ten speeds

I don’t get caught up in bickering over men’s jeans

Or hatin' on a trapper braggin' on his wrist gleams

So if I gotta wear ya labels simply 'cause I’m tryin' to turn the tables

And rearrange the game’s angles

Then so beat it, there ain’t no secret I’m exposin' weakness

In your pretense, until the whole globe sees it

We reverberating writtens at ravenous rapid speeds

Disastrous masterpiece

And after the master’s siege

I’ll happily pass the bleeze

Anything else.

Is under-doing, pursuing the ruins of truants

That grew into blooming the city perhaps

Into echelons, achieved by the Megatron

Know as the city of trees, prodigal beast and you a leprechaun

Records get shattered along with world views…

Soon as we step in the place, we repping the Ace

The weapon is pace, with definite taste

For blessing your mates, with effortless grace

You’ll leave a better person

Can’t conceive a better merchant

For peddling truth

I meddle in booths

Until I severe a tooth

Fill in the gaps like Letterman dude

Man I made it I’m living

From the aide of my wisdom

Evaded the prison

And made it a prism

So the hues are right

To confuse the types, that misuse the mic

My dudes are nice!