I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spillĪnd I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fistĮven if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics I'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits I shed light with more magnitude than all of the starsĪnd remember something nigga, while you rave and rantĪ roach can live for nine days without its head but you can't I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'SyncĪnd I don't care about your link, or your luxury car My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Miseryīut break out like father running from responsibilityĮvery time I step and abuse the mic with versatility When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity Yo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilitiesīut you don't have the capability like infertilityĬuz opening your mouth to question my validity
Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite Yo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalancedĮxterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge Stellar density becomes your physical alignmentġ.8 billion tons per square inch confinement I'm the Technique and you're nobody so what you trying to say I'm the black hole lyricist that'll take your shine away Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of meĮven the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalitiesīut I elevate to the point of reversing gravity Life is war, and every day's a battle to me The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic The government is psychotically racist and robotic I'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic When you challenge a mother fucker like me What you're ready to pass down to your children It's more important what, what your ready to build Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead
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