Is the image portrayed to them
Slo-Mo, approach with yo ho, yup
Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek
'Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis
With ease, we, seize thee, butt emcees be
Like cannibus, and if it's possible I'll drop a new
Songwriters: Adam Carter, Keith Elam, Edward Greene, Teren Delvon Jones, Opio Lindsey, Chris Martin, Tajai Massey
Hieroglyphics is gonna twist a kid's cerebellum
And it's like that, and that's how it is, G
Don't tempt me, shrimps we skewered on the Barbie
Adam be mad, a G mad at me 'cuz I got a fatter salary
The skins I cross get tossed like a Frisbee
Of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage emcees
Rip chunks out the mic and then digest, Why test?
Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates
Punks, we often cross when soft men
My foot has found wit' in ya
Rearrange punks, when I drops, kerplunk
Niggaz tweek, when I speak, they retreat
Rethink what was spoken and then repeat my feat
The countenances of countless knit-wits
I Popeye's, all of the guys feel my brutish
Flow is intense at fools
A D A M, the A P L U S
Believe it or not, believe it I got the cock-D
Who know not, flow not like this wizard
'Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine
The manuscript, man, you slipped, you're sloppy
I slaughtta the watery-weak
Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids
Cuts men into microscopic particles
I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy
Then I kill emcees, who have no style
Spinach is no savior when
Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly
Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen
I file niggaz down to the cuticle
Screens make me seen, so the keen get the picture
And pull out ya gizzard, tracheotomy
Eruptions, and rustin' when I'm thrustin'
When tellin' fellas about the 5-6
Your attempts deceive us and pimps know I be
Search and find lines of life in my scripture
Excel irate and on that scale, that's fail
Sally bone, I be prone to rip shit, likely
Tajai, two syllables, easy
Who wish this with mis hits
But this shit is equipped with
Extreme confusion, you think you're losin' your mind
'Cuz they come whacker than batman sound effects
Blinding, winding up and change-ups
I ground your text, but vertebrae wack I pound your necks
Molecules, atoms attack 'em, hack 'em
Strength, and Wimpy's see haggard futures
Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me
Who can feel my foot prints
Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful
Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're never gonna score
If he lives, then I tell 'im I'll leave his head swellin'
Publisher: HAPPY HEMP MUSIC
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't copy
Fronts be fucked and punk nuts, why gets amongst thee
Is there any dilemma? Yo, hardly
Line with the lyrics, live with the spirit
Real tight, so they feel right with the 5-6
One and the same, runnin' the game on fly chicks
Ya play with it, riddle, widdle a hole in ya dome
And soul, I got plenty in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo
Never slow, never slack, I'm invincible, [unverified]
'Cuz I'm sure I'm better and pure
Never top 'cuz you'll never stop the atom bombin'
I'm cavin' in your chest when I express myself