I think if I were told the truth as a younger child, I'd be a better person now. veteran in his prime, I still have it the will to spill magic from my gills, illmatic-- you're either asleep or lazy and I'm using that advantage mind me asking what the fuck you're doing on my planet? i used to be depressed, smothered with doubt and fear now I plan to be around for another thousand years can any one of you really understand the devotion ? raising the sea levels when one of my hands in motion i dedicate this, to the basics of which I built upon-- -- to fill the dawn, negating the abyss i had to step aside and become detach from the customs there was a hole in my soul that was not patchable with substance see what they teach you in this culture of war is that patience is not a virtue, sculpting you whores marriage is not real, adults get divorced you have god inside, im just calling him forth michelangelo, painting an ancient stone calamity unweaving the subterfuge of judeo-christianity past withering away with the power of present and our ability to scour it with just a sentence

spit it in intervals, now, listen to the principles cause you're trying to kill something that isn't physical change your flow, cause I know you ain't a "pro" every breath I spit worth its weight in gold--now pay the toll to Charon scripts are reading like a golden Koran, see i mold them in calm and they blow till your gone heres a cross sucker, cause you just might need this the plight, mic'd fever, call for christ, JESUS! the aesthetic won't take credit, maimed in your flesh and if fate set it, then I'm the angel of death the date that I was live, nineteen-eighty-five and i guess from henceforth, i've been raising the benchmark i try to shut up as far as modesty goes (hah) but i still mark the height to which the waters once rose look at you fiends, you're begging for a track but i kidnapped rap and you'll never get it back! (chorus) To all of you who think rap is so trite it's a direction reflection of that of your life consider the track precocious cos you can't put it in words like the Mr. Mackadocious i bring dope to the land when coping with man roping your fans, so here's your hope in my hand i open it, gloat and start blowing the sand apologize to the wish but most of ya...bland DAWG! get away 'fore i spit a phrase i'm a threat to musicians that are considered safe and they know it, so they don't visit the page but I'm scripting some ways to get their brain in a trap force the music industry's fortress frame to collapse that and--most the game, laughing with hump and quan as we toast to the flames I shine with desire, the divine song rhymer my minds on fire i bet you can do it, go ahead...try to conspire fuck it...you're never gonna catch up guess its time to retire... (chorus) To all of you who think rap is so trite it's a direction reflection of that of your life consider the track precocious cos you can't put it in words like the Mr. Mackadocious

thinkin'... just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung i'm automatic, dropping static, flow is pure now let's address some of your broached concerns yes i did make it to the big leagues looking for olive branches when I'm shakin' the fig tree came into the game like a kick to the kidney shit b! move over signature hit beats damn i still ain't gettin' any loving in the sack gotta rap my ass, fuck saying nothing on a track cussing at the cast cos no one plays their position running from the man evading conviction your stereo goes blow when i'm blaring my promo so cop a couple copies of the serious pro flow who's funky enough to wake up in your tub covered in blood with a pocket full of hundred of bucks ..got no range rover, tho you should grope the stacked erection and i do get hangovers but i don't ask questions just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung look duuude, i'm through with the nonsense oh cuuute, your rap music is conscious watch out honey drippens, dont get hit with a hook congratulations, bitch, you finally pick up a book did that eons ago, now i'm prepared to delight ya smart enough to be fully aware of my cipher snap back a bar like a perilous viper so why come around my if you cherish ya life, bro? you should find your sister and play her my tracks catch me double fisting text books on my way to class processing the pages like a fucking printing press elder god at your service in the skin and the flesh evaporate all the liqs and the cans of beer remember I got pushed off olympus and landed here all in all, this season isn't my luck and thats the main reason i stay bitter as fuck, cos.. just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor just the other day I was tellin' the doctor i won't need to write soon cos i fell off the top rung

as you heard, its the nerd, resurfacing in perfect sync submerged in ink, immersed in word as the cursor blinks eventhough you can't see, you know my fervor stings ever since I learned to think, therapy disturbed the shrink giving you back your punches that only further your stink like, "I DON'T LISTEN TO RAP BUT I'M DOWN WITH MURDEROUS INK" i see your fear-faces cos I always hurt you some twenty beers later and a flawless verse is done to murder one, i guess my styles to much to deserve got the cipher shambled and burn like god abandoned the earth from angel it just seems, i strangle your kid's dreams did it in 30 secs or the length of a sixteen ever since i kicked the door, your poor men fell back and i have it up here now i'm getting the belt strap to pelt ass with the assistence of hell's wrath and the diction and spells cast, infliction that melts drafts (yeaaaaaaaaaah) funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! do you take me to be nothing...or maybe real? the thug appeal, breaking bats and clubbing baby seals you actors are nervous, cuz such a lack of a purpose at times makes me the deepest without ever scratching the surface leaves spines rocked with mine I kinda shock facilities drop soliloquies and undermine impossibilities influenced by the greatest, now whose to say i'm tasteless its cute when you vagrants, try to duplicate my statements yeah i'm underground, but pursuant the basement i dust the musk and rust off to elucidate my fragrance another substanceless track with nothing but fact comprise it befuddle and made cuz im up in the stats and rising get excited when i think of what you fags confide in from staten island to ireland every cats surmising with all truth, propriety, compute the notoriety a fluke in a suit, son, i'm a mutant in society funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! roger federer match point and i'm swinging a serve i mean how could you not enjoy everything that youve heard? I've anointed your hymen, after each joint i'm divining jesus christ whats the fucking point of me rhyming your sucking is endless, just come to your senses winking and giving a thumbs up to you bum-fuck contenders this game i came at it and now the trough is packed taking hits of brain matter till i'm off my ass till i'm squeamish and sick and the demons insist i keep screaming at kids from teens to the pigs that "this season you pricks can eat my feces and shit" then you all can really get a taste of a piece of my gift funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah! funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!

(kevin spacey, K-PAX) i will miss earth, it has great potential i've got that kind of style that'll ruin your whole day so monkey proceed, please pursue it with no shame or reckon, movin through 24 frames per second, spit the truth whose the best, isn't you, human flesh, rippin through breast to cuticle as I nest in the booth, perfecting the flukes though i was never a cannibal, the cleverest animal professedly a fan of tool, the pestilence damage you protecting my mandible in this mic profession and cipher sessions with the right aggression, to be mentioned intangible standing tall, as i piss off the edge of the earth never gonna be an album like mackey's for better or worse so conducive, from the abdominal i spew shit make your head grove as involuntary movment with michael jackson i commandeer the smooth shit oh you didn't know? you're still a queer for askin' the fearless captain, talking fake rhymes and still i make mine and walk the bassline with the likes of eric clapton and embarass the has been's and careless rap heads, i fare the vast winds till competitor's burst....... measure the girth of the professor of works complexity condensed though the sentence is short in all honesty it isn't fun to see your life plummet in each way can't find the record cos its double with msp for 500 on ebay...yeah...yeah catch up to lou? nah, that's near impossible cos i'm fresh from a hundred years of solitude so heres the topical, on my path to progression, sucker i cleared the obstacles

let it be known, you're not suppose to give me the mic device you shouldn't invite the fight, just consider what it might entice once again, the smooth criminal, with those shrewd principles the dude who's digital, will move through your citadel the literal liturgy and critical epiphany scripting these litanies and syllable symphonies as shrill as timpani before they kill with a gullotine i drill your spleen till you spill the beans, a giant and no one seems to be trippin' me over spit like a rude bitch, huge chip on my shoulder leave me alone, i'm surely not impressed at all peaceful but i'm about to put murder in my repertoire i'm arrogant why, well lets examine this built from absolutely nothing, clutching hand to fist till i stand as the canvas wiz with some standards, strict now i'm handing kids back their rancid stanza's ripped with a red pen, comments state "see me after class... i need to teach some beats and math and re-examine feature tracks" see I rhyme over quan's beats and drop some shit but don't you cocks forget i've also got my doctorate

honestly, I'll bet you several hundred bucks that I could rewire philosophy that sets the structure up unshackle the arrested ones and crack their wretched cuffs I haven't digressed but I think I've said enough got academics so gassed they dropped to the floor when I go to their class and bash locke and rousseau dickfaces with tenure get popped in the nose for not chalking up when its the topic i chose there no rapping penchant, so come back a second you get asked a question and stare with a dumbass expression go out on a limb and say im the illest to rap can't perform in doors cuz the building collapse master of my cipher, harvard through chistendom your shit isnt worth the parchment its written on carving a system of, scholarly dictum spun in a intricate web spit in on limitless breath me and A N P... take the money and split gonna be running this shit till were one hundred and six your bodys alive but you're deceased in the brain couldnt reasonable say we've teaching these days no ones freezing the reign, foiling the speech or the phrase its not hot its like boiling grease on your face we don't need you to wake, if you're sleeping thats fine cuz I don't know a cats rhyme that can match mine

who you mc, peep funky styles devour throwing records at your dome 100 miles per hour not a liar, heartless, sending you off on pyres or coffins some found god but i hired an arson to fire the market bring violence through walkmen's from alliance to boston its not cool to go against the grain but fuck it defiance is awesome the charges piling up and i'm trying to calm it these fucking suck-asses got me stressing and i still buy shots, no matter how good you are i still find flaws get the wackness off him, you prattle, kid and my shrinks got the gall to say "thats a problem" ...she doesn't know the half of it when i'm running through its nothing new to start clubbing you with uncle duke still ingesting the fluid the illest threats from louis three people appreciate the skill executed thinking in terms of infinity cos I got a morbid obsession with burning the vicinity like "duck!" you best get the fuck out the way i'm the best that ever rapped, I plucked out the game you think you're better, bitch?! i'll thrust out your brains leave you with the part, you bumble fuck your days out i've said it before and i'll say it again you can recognize talent but none adjacent to my placement on the faces of men i'm too motherfucking flagrant with zen to ever be considered a saint in the end yeah, i see you on stage, i hope you bitches all choke cuz these vinyl discs slung at your head are slitting your throat trust me you will not walk away but have to lose no chance with the flow rants I mass produce now don't get me wrong, searching for a lever here i didn't choose life so your shot was never fair, duck! motherfucking styles devour, duck! records at your dome 100 miles per hour watch out honey drippins dont get hit with a disc me and doc quan run up and rip it to bits listen to my shit and you couldnt complain cuz i'm screaming at kids till they look at me strange now dont get me wrong, id rhyme for seven minutes but most of you dumb fucks couldn't divine in it trust, yo, you wouldn't survive the thoughts that I graph, you couldn't surmise irascible son, never learn my lesson i'm self-taught, melt-thoughts and heard the shepherds

from the shadows of the ether, i'm society's best rare market cuisine, the varieties fresh stack raps for miles, got files in desks manage to rise everyday after violence and death so when my diatribes rhymes, it apprises the rest apotheosized, imagine the size of my sect and when i'm stepping on stage, serfs cherish the ground as i sip shots at the bar, nefarious rounds what i speak, what is said, i think its fairly profound pound the clarion sound to burn the terrordome down i went from promise to threat and got the onerous vexed tear holes and wear robes from a closet of text when q's on the beat, i boast a perilous flow went from rare and unknown to a pharaoh in gold its heroes of old or so as King Darius told our speeches will always bury our foeeeees yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah just another day in the lab, when i'm a dominant threat as i'm reading off the wall, says the carving is blessed prisms in a panorama, start from Harvard to west a hologram often ran, so class is always in sesh better bet there's more in my cache than euphonious horns as the faculty retreats and moves to the door electrically engineered, you couldn't prove it was more i rock the deck when i'm on, so make room on the floor by the time the lectures over, i'm pleading the fifth like, ''mr. q's a cartoon, he doesn't even exist" if you wish to see more, i'll fucking bleed from my wrists it gets deeper than this, please believe what you wish lou's obnoxious and loud with his apocalypse now props to the crowd, i'm out of this marvelous sound PEACE

check my art show, getting to, steady spew ill kid, ready to wreck mics, pronto now this isn't a new thing --you're appearing to have been wack here, study this experiment with syntax take, sit it down, and you blaze print it out on the page, observe the structure the words will cut'cha, like murderous abductors it absolves me, spiritual i remember the first I actually saw the miracle your method of rap, insanely trite get to making it right or sleep in this waking life, uh laugh out loud cos i cannot remain sober every single fuckin' day of my life i wake up with hangover write bars off the margin onto the table down the legs of the desk to a naked chest of a beautiful woman, i get distracted from splitting rappers head's open, goddamnit think not with my head, gos i'm always advancing with my penis cross the line betwixt insanity and genius rocking a proper flow, i think ive got it yo its that cocksucking drone dr. schavazio i breath with a huge, gaping hole in my lung cuz the son of a bitch has gone ahead and taken over my tongue, one

i fall outta control in what i call black tantrums holding the track ransom with rap phantoms funkier than fat frets from that Frampton unless you duplicate me, one upping me can't happen the rhythm, the rebel, just sitting, disheveled so listen, the devil, is ripping, the treble the system is settled, so i plan to shift to a limitless level with a pick and a shovel i can compress words in any manner i wish and if you're in the game now you shouldn't plan to exist we'll take your beats but we're throwing your man to the fish standards are strict, but your sis looks find to me world around declares war in times of peace snorting you flakey rappers up in lines of three god only gave me a thousand years start timing me cuz i hurl the facts till your mural is black i should be around to see your whole world collapse harass and we rob, a tactical job after your career, celebrate, tip glass to the gods never known to retreat, when we're holding the heat quan behind the bar obsessing over the beat

i tend to roll with a horny party cuz an imp slipped a roofie in my morning coffee i mean, people get sick to the evil we do or more like running our mouths, speaking the truth ugly? heh, you wanna preach a deformity? your social comfort is defeat and conformity wanna see something that can make you sick? play me your song, see this blade to wrist your claustrophobic flow is a dull ride so my musical genius close from all sides the style that i speak is as fly as it seems to motherfucking dope with the diamond release i got a knack for the method, involved in the beats and quan scratching the record, to match the progression snatch your necklaces for cash to get blasted as shit after I master the script my perfect cadence, orbits the grove and its sync up and laced with the forces that move unaccountable, cuz i was only a freshmen! alone and depressed when I was boning your best friend from the first day i got a kiss, i knew i was not a pimp but its hard to stay monogamous i don't mean that you'd choke, but duke you really believe you'd be loyal if angelina approached? shit I'd dance to the bedroom, nope and that's how i answer the question, choke anyway, back to a day in the life cos i tend to divert the temperature when i'm laying your wife my famous advice is this - another wasted verse, all texted up with sex no worries, though i'll catch up in the next, dammn what to do with lou cos i'm weird to the nation dumbin down just for mere communication to ears for elation, for years you've been waiting for someone to swig his beer before oration i think its nice of me, to make sense till the days end and my brains spent all out of motherfucking shape and such till about 1230 when i re-taste my lunch, I wake up at 8 because I pass out at one remember when you fall asleep for six hours i'm in the library with these scripts devoured cavort with a group that'll sorta abuse an image that would the whole Doors look couth I finish the verse in the order I choose half a day four in the noon, tore at the saloon

vicious kid who blew up like vesuvius, lewd and lascivious its rude to consider this anything removed from the sickest shit you ever heard in your life, why then turn from the light bringing heaven to your ears, but they divine it is hell its not only time that will tell that my rhyming prevails to all who wished death, hes alive and hes well if you're ignoring me now your only depriving yourself: using all of my mind, cuz canibus claims hes written the greatest rhyme of all time, lie i do not compete with any, just pretend it's a race cant make you swallow, but it's spoon fed to your face shame on the humans not raising their fists you get blown off, cold shoulder, flakes in the wind i stand before you an alien, my basis is this fuck your life, religion, its fate that I piss excuse I got rowdy, but brother-man, I can kick no other brand if that offends you, iam not sorry inventing the flow, ascend and I glow My last words before I swung from the gallows centuries ago chilling in the depths and i'm sitting on saturn the universe is fatal but i figured out its patterns come off like the greatest literature read exposing you for all your indigent heads disfigure you queer fucks, when i'm spitting this ear rush so deep when I write it often trigger my t{ear} ducts kick it a capella over sinister licks then go out blasting cuz im sick of the pigs the illest alive, before you limitless wiping the earth clean of you cancer, sores and cystic pricks not uncouth or deceptive, the proof is erected you too have it, but just refuse to accept it raps primitive, the shit talk, limited whores don't get mad with me cuz I tapped into the source throwing stones at the throne, the tome is so dope and they have the nerve to say no man goeth alone? words compel wood and off the fake man, strut across the wasteland like my shit smells good my flavors promise to threat.. dropping a dime from the top of a skyscraper onto ya head

you know the hammocks and lou well, we'll damange your crew you couldn handle the truth when we're panning it thru with an energetic effervescence that'll sketch your epitaph, battle with or test your wrath you'll catch a gash, ha take your last breath and gasp for something to clutch to fuck you, the only you clasp is my nuts, dude beats get levitated, release how heaven made it my critics state that I speak too educated sorry if the squalls of my diction lag your think-tank, hard-drive and all of your wisdom devolvment that glistens, the downfall, the system drowning a vision, astoundingly, listless doubtful you listen, but i do this anyway run up on your show and put on centerstage " these dicks talk trash, hes a bitch fall back" no, that's just what I think of your hip hop act well my structure is perfect, and it comes in a rush thats why i look at most of you with utter disgust this is fate im told, as the day unfolds each sentence worth its dense weight in gold and thats calling you cats out of all of your trash you can't argue that unless you absolve the facts watch the target get smashed you build castles in the sky? well i make the tallest collapse now the wifes frowning cuz i always lecture the boys me and banana want you to get better and join and have something to treasure with joy cuz frankly im not impressed with you esta hoy hurtin' you punks, submerged in the funk and I can't manage to escape from the words that I dump it was a surge and a bust but the murder was just cuz the longer you live, the further you suck

It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention master of the stage, a maverick magician and that will end a phase of your average spitting why is it your mission kill off the species of dope leave it alone let the right kin accede to the throne it all becomes clear when you're seeing the smoke or the fucking backpackers left believing in hope I had enough wack rappers, that I'd even promote bluegrass bands or techno than what I've seen at show some say I'm a cold hearted, inconsiderate prick while others love my pivotal spits of subliminal wit Look deep inside my soul and summon the might and try not to get caught when i pummel your wife through a muzzle I bite when I'm touching the mic rubbing it right, its responds like love of my life nah I get what all you're saying, the message is clear you couldn't come close if you took lessons for years I never really cared much about impressing my peers too focused on some breasts or caressing some beers It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention master of the stage, a maverick magician and that will end a phase of your average spitting defacing any enemy who steps to this you're wasted, facing the epitome of excellence threatening me with lectures intellectually I bet that you bleed when I apply pressure and squeeze no rhyme or reason follow in any way that I maiming slamming you against the ground till ur breaking the pavement lames, I'm playing the part of a laymen of sorts blazing even the most antique paintings of art its Louis's surest nasty trade-brand litany murder a classic to be placed in antiquity I whistle at babies like, "so is it a maybe? listen when your moms tells you, no wisdom can save me I'm an arrogant sport with a glaring repore' simply in my presence the fairness lost everyone who ever tests, they're in remorse I eat rappers alive and don't spare em' a corpse It doesn't matter what I say you just have to listen louis has thatta way of grabbing your attention master of the stage, a maverick magician and that will end a phase of your average spitting