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Yo check it,
my punch lines hit harder than Muhammad Ali's
prove with every hook I spit you not in my league
I drop this like clumsy waiters
when I'm rocking beats on paper's the only time that "rock beats paper"
toss me a razor and I'll take a stab at it
pull out tricks without prestidigitation like hat magic
I quoted Aristotle perfection is a habit thing
my thoughts bear conceptions cause they're immaculate
I improvise shit history textbooks write about
and write scripts that Christians base their life around
comparing cats to Garfield ain't far from the truth
the same reason why your pencil tip's sharper than you
I only have to rap about my own personal shoes
if I want universally true shit to concur with my views
so this ain't debatable I'm great with the heart
my cranium drowned me in thoughts so I've made it my Ark
not the art of the state but the state of the art
beyond any mainstream faucets created from stars
so I'm way beyond stars if I show you masterpiece
cause I stay more fruitful than Johnny Appleseeds
and I stay more faithful to a musical mind-state
with more rhymes than the number of users on Myspace
invisible language with sketchy semantics
Van Gogh's paintings the same as me spitting a canvas
teachers taught me facts at school but skipped the lessons
when I left them stumped with one simple question
like why common senses and logic tends to cause acts of crime
but to know it you have to go back in time
you wouldn't—hesitate if you could get away with murder
or be Robbin' Hoods and become a celebrated burglar
don't try and deny it if you refusing the truth
all secrets are genuine so we both know you'd do it too
see if you never get caught that's a perfect crime
but you still serve your time when you burn in pride
no anguish can help half of Hell's are angels that fell
and I can understand that cause I've been back there myself
I'm a pompous kid when it comes to talking lots of shit
the type of guy to carry Bibles to write my thoughts in it
I've challenged my God with a blasphemous cause
imagined his flaws turned the cross to its side then "added" my loss
in need of a challenge didn't mean perfection
guess I've "banded" myself to Defeat the Purpose
but that state of fear's emotion that's just tedious practice
there's no logic to it so there's no "reason" to panic.
Yo check it,
my punch lines hit harder than Muhammad Ali's
prove with every hook I spit you not in my league
I drop this like clumsy waiters
when I'm rocking beats on paper's the only time that "rock beats paper"
toss me a razor and I'll take a stab at it
pull out tricks without prestidigitation like hat magic
I quoted Aristotle perfection is a habit thing
my thoughts bear conceptions cause they're immaculate
I improvise shit history textbooks write about
and write scripts that Christians base their life around
comparing cats to Garfield ain't far from the truth
the same reason why your pencil tip's sharper than you
I only have to rap about my own personal shoes
if I want universally true shit to concur with my views
so this ain't debatable I'm great with the heart
my cranium drowned me in thoughts so I've made it my Ark
not the art of the state but the state of the art
beyond any mainstream faucets created from stars
so I'm way beyond stars if I show you masterpiece
cause I stay more fruitful than Johnny Appleseeds
and I stay more faithful to a musical mind-state
with more rhymes than the number of users on Myspace
invisible language with sketchy semantics
Van Gogh's paintings the same as me spitting a canvas
teachers taught me facts at school but skipped the lessons
when I left them stumped with one simple question
like why common senses and logic tends to cause acts of crime
but to know it you have to go back in time
you wouldn't—hesitate if you could get away with murder
or be Robbin' Hoods and become a celebrated burglar
don't try and deny it if you refusing the truth
all secrets are genuine so we both know you'd do it too
see if you never get caught that's a perfect crime
but you still serve your time when you burn in pride
no anguish can help half of Hell's are angels that fell
and I can understand that cause I've been back there myself
I'm a pompous kid when it comes to talking lots of shit
the type of guy to carry Bibles to write my thoughts in it
I've challenged my God with a blasphemous cause
imagined his flaws turned the cross to its side then "added" my loss
in need of a challenge didn't mean perfection
guess I've "banded" myself to Defeat the Purpose
but that state of fear's emotion that's just tedious practice
there's no logic to it so there's no "reason" to panic.
