God projects projectiles thru tha verbal prizm outta prison / my wisdom Breaks Down Science ‘n’ tha system / with schisms inflicted when I insert witticism / perverted with assertiveness, charged guilty by tha words I spit / malign a ninjaz progression with an epicurean epic from a rap purist that’s restive ‘n’ unsettled / I play tha Blue Eyed Devil’s Advocate, copious ‘n’ lavish / Post-It notes stay posted on tha kitchen cabinet / descendant of tha cavernous folk with a 730 tattoo tatted on tha throat ‘n’ my wildin’ oats’ve never been sowed / let me alone to trek tha globe with my eyes closed / outsiders gather round, I call ‘em quilos….
Last edited by Twisted Science; 12-26-2012 at 10:25 PM.
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