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What's our frame of mind? |
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Master of mainstream disaster |
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And now that you know, no doubt you've been captured |
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Caught buy pay attention and we'll let your thougts roam free |
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The underground liberty |
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[Oracle] |
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A high chance you'll get damaged in this life challenge |
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Though it's hard to manage like scales that are off balance |
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Ay yo niggas are nuts riding my phallus |
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They're trying to compare my rap ballads |
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While they're spittin' hot shit 'cause they toss salad |
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My people travel upstream like salmon |
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Got water flows powerfull like a firehose |
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Connect it to your stereo and feel the Water World hysteria take you over |
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Don't matter if you're drunk or sober |
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Got you entranced like Indian dancing cobra's |
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Our melodies are solar so you can see the light |
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Our only claim is we're the brightest |
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Don't want to be the nicest lyricist |
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'Cause thruthfully words are primitive |
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You get amped when we jump start your party and make you chant |
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I'll enhance your motion with electric shocks ferocious |
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It's trance music hypnosis |
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We're moving crows like water in front of Moses |
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You're wet before you notice |
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This workout like Tae-Bo aerobics |
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With punch lines and drum kicks and all sets get flipped |
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High and low decibels hit and whole crews get split in half |
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And no doubht you know the math |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Kimani] |
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You know the way the shit goes money for nothing and the chicks for free |
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But I swear sometimes when I be watching MTV |
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I'm catching visions of violence, sit in silence |
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For 120 minutes before I raised the black flag like Henry Rollins |
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Calling up to loveline "hello? Wel.." |
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I got a story to tell to do with they ky-gel |
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I speared Brittany in the back of a Caddy with 9 inches of meat |
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Talking on my cell phone to Puff Daddy at the Grammy's |
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Told him "Put me on the guestlist!" |
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Got backstage and hung Brandy with a rusty ass necklace |
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They went back for the street boys, I gut off the street noise |
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By breaking their necks on the floor like a B-boy |
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Then destroyed the whole program |
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Had a vision where the wizard was N'sync and I was Conan |
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I sliced 5 necks at the stem |
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Laced the mic with C-4 set to blow when Usher Raymond begin |
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Then stuck my Tim's in the white flabby ass of Marilyn Manson |
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Gave him a gat and had him bucking at Hanson |
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Now I'm phantom like the menace, whole crews get diminished |
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When I'm screaming out loud like No Limit |
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Present the best rap performance to me, R&B vocal |
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Hard rock, classical, and country |
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They're all mine, I'm sort of like the greatest all time |
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You're sweating me more then Jennifer Lo's behind |
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While I'm here player hating on most |
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Grandiose MC's I be turning your bread to burnt toast |
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With John Blaze shit the type to amze with |
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I rap tight like Africans packed up in a slave ship |
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[Chorus x2] |