My lyrical inertia

rips holes thru the fabric of universes

with rhymes three times the density of what the earth is

I carry lyrics for niggas who carry burners

you against me is like a lighter against the furnace

knockin niggas out and knockin niggas off

comin around the way with them lugz that look like clarks

check the astrophysics of these lyrical lyrics

comin in digits to big for niggas to count on they fingers

check the hype shit

blow up a mic shit

you might get beat the fuck up in broad daylight with a nightstick

mentally advanced ever since the brain transplant

Canibus receives the Fugee jacket from texzan



The secret of the ages

I illuminate with logic

what I speak is more than just deep its bottomless

with common sense Im organized like crime and mafias

plus the way I rhyme is prime like optimus

a rapologist u could sit and do the knowledge with

from GEDs to degrees from Ivy League colleges

I politic with any magazine columnist

about topics other mcs won't even bother with

rock solid shit like stones and monuments

its obvious the third eye of the obelisk is watchin us

closely thru a microscope and a pair of binoculars

ghetto scholars like me who study street calculus

I utilize every letter of the Arabic alphabet

to touch a part of your body that makes you feel arroginis



I drink a gallon of the ginseng extract

And harness all my lyrical power to rip tracks

I shed light upon pitch black

So at times even my third eye finds my rhymes too bright to glimpse at

I think back to before I was born

When suckas wasn't even involved in this art form

Now they write rhymes to reflect nothin but hard times

While I be on America Online

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