Ladies and gentlemen

Gentlemen and ladies

Adults teenagers adolescents and babies

No if's and's but's or maybe's

I want the whole world to rock today

Because i said i was and always was

The baddest rapper on the mic and i proved it does

Make a difference

On the way you think you syn-

Cronize the wise tries

To overcome the dumb the drum

Beats a pattern that turns into

A catalyst that'll just

Grab your ear you had to hear

A rhyme's contents

Beyond nonsense

If you're not convinced

Get tense and wince

Cause i'll make a skeptic

Look epileptic

Shake and brake like the holy ghost connected

His body and soul

I control

His mind is mine cause my

Rhyme holds

Minds in limbo

You resemble

A clone of jim jones as them bones tremble

Shakin' like a leaf in disbelief

No chatterin' teeth

Can cease pity or grief

I got you flipping like a burger

Head spinning like a top

Weak at the knees

And you're about to drop

You can't find your heart

You need a warrant to search

Get off your knees

Boy this ain't church

You can pray if you wanna pray

Say what you wanna say

Did you forget you was ambiguous

You're gonna pay

For doubting my rhyme

You better freeze your thought

Cause i read minds

If you got caught

I taught

Lessons for second-guessing

Reroute doubt

I reprogram and deprogram about

Two million fans

Through rhytmic hypnosis

Left in a state

Of cataclysmic neurosis

Neurotic from a narcotic

Known as rhyme

Addicted to rap

And you're a fiend for mine

For my rap info

You're a nympho

I'll raise the conscience

And then hit them so hard with the rhyme

I'ma leave you scarred

Cause i don't just hit ya

I hit ya hard

I weave the bob

To do the job

Set you up with the left

As the right writes hard

Lyrics stick and move

Behind the groove

As the beat gets better

The rhyme improves

Adversaries prepare for a telling loss

Bring a stretcher nurse and the smelling salts

My rhyme is more

Than a fight or a bout

You ain't goin' down

Boy you're goin' out

No count necessary

Cause you ain't gettin' up

Bad mouthin' ends very

Very very abrupt

Thought patterns converted

Through overt overtures

Prepared your mind

Much better for metaphors

More rap classics

Believe me there's no man

Not bach brahms beethoven or chopin

Polonaise would ever faze ya

Like i faze ya i amaze ya

Ali and fraizer i

Get deja vu from listening to

The rhymes that cut like an uppercut

And rings a bell too

I come out smoking

Hard from the first round

Stinging like a bee

And the bell is the worst sound

Cause i don't wanna let up

If you can get up

I'm fed up

The rhymes are sped up

To mess your head up

When the rhyme is over

They tally the scorecard

I get more points

Cause you hit the floor hard

But i'm hittin' hard

The very last thing

That you remember

Is a rhyme in your face

And the crowd yell timbre

Then you fall in a dopefiend nod

Cause i don't just hit ya

I hit ya hard

When i rain

It's more like a hurricane

You wanna dis

Then think of another name

Cause i go to work

And my rhymes slam

Put me to the test

You'll fail the exam

Cause that's the kind of test

You just can't study for

You're guaranteed

To end up bloody or

Broken twisted

Fractured blistered

Decapitated mutilated

Violated it's the

Kind of defeat

That you just can't live with

Try to compete

But you just can't get with

The mental master

Hard-ryhme supremist

My words have ya

Mixed like a chemist

My rhymes flow like

H-2-o

Cleaned with chlorine

To make green so

The rhyme is purified

You can't drink it

Biters and suckers

Don't even think it

The green i made

Is a money shade

When the rhyme evaporates

I get paid

Then it's time to rain

With the rhyme i know

And like plants

Watch my people grow

I heal sick minds

Like christ himself

Touch the soul

Like no one else

There's only one

President pope and one god

There's only one rapper

In that class

And i hit ya hard


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