I can’t stop it my mic is psychic you light socket.
Sky rocket, a palm pilot, hijack comets. Kamikaze. Knights Armor.
Get the five-middle fingers of death, hit you with the fist of karma.
Backbiters and hater-holics get thongs made from lips of soothsayers and snake charmers
Birthday gifts with your names on em. 100 on the underground lists but you ain’t ever on em.
All up in the studio crawling falling over your shadow say you mutha’fucking recording.
Sorta got a ring to it but isn’t your calling. Life a bitch already. Why would you wanna date her daughter?
Fake performing H-2 the izzO, that means water. You ain’t smart enough for them levels
Your skull can’t afford it. Face first three feet in whatever you’re pouring Proof, you don’t even deserve boo’s your bars boring.
Rob Peter to pay you pallbearers they all brolic armed with werewolf bullets and nails dipped in garlic. You unconscious couldn't spark this fonta leaf. The streets is talking you ain’t even allowed to…(speak)
Still Fanatik with Azeem On Beats little muppets are not fuckin with this Monsters Ink
Speaking Arabic, eid mubarak, slaughtering sheep, salaam. Chop it up with you in the name of peace like Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head the Dog gotta eat. Off that chain, all you cats flea the scene. Part human, don’t have much needs, clutch my dreams, spin off in unidentified flying machines Supreme flow editor the doe go getter tho. Alpha the Omega I make the first and last letters glow. That lightbulb in ya head will blow… Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!
Spi-ritual deuce to Deuce Biggillo, Lenny Bruce to ngz in suits who snooze lyrical soups to boom hundreds of rap goons in tuxes stuffed with jewels, Can’t equal one MuthaFuckin’ Doom!
Praise to who taught man what he never knew the pen kept me out of The Pen-
Da fk’ it do for you? Scribbling wild thoughts vivid out of my heart's prison or I’d be locked up with em too.
Cue the future cause the songs don’t diminish it’s been a minute since this Garage Opera shit was spinning through.
Figured I’d get some rocket fuel, sneak a couple brews, hit the track, break some rules and take a likkle cruise. Revving up with you, stay stuck up to fools thinking they can fk’ with Azeem- you puffing crazy glue? Big bitch rapper ain’t nobody afraid of you. It ain’t about the fortune and fame. It’s what these flames will do.