downgrade you slaves to the rhythm your enraged
i mastered my High now your fallen from grace into the maze
into the craze of J.ust T.alkin S.hit you know, wouldn't pop spearamint
Corky Ramano fake paesano sing a song like a soprano
horizontal to ya adominal
my zapato will escort you out the chamber do'
my flow make eskimoes catch a cold or the flu
in their igloo i'm so ill all i do is ha-chu
spin Drunk Monks until they spew hurl chunks of beef stew
then make em eat em all up with a quick two piece i threw
cobra clutch when i strut ready to attack such and such
i'm too much the Most of whatever you got in ya bunch
twigs i don't crunch when sneakin' up on warriors i touch
ninja scroll tucked Naruto when i let go your struck
my chakra's out of control out of this globe you can't clutch
light i strobe causin' epilepsy in foes seduct like the aeon flux
i'm just sayin' the awaken get taken on ride to somewhere vacant
shadows of the mind i recline after i leave ya unaware that i'm there waitin'...
all love fam!
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)