Lyrical Short
Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 4:25 pm
Watch the ice cold cadence quickly shiver your mind/
Freezing your nerves, makes it easy to mimic a mime/
I awe strike listeners, hangin chins at they thighs/
So unpredictable, gotta psychics vision’s surprised/
Ever since my introduction to vocal hypnosis/
I roll wit the big guns, lyrical toasters in holsters/
Twice the infinite skill, that’s ochenta y ocho/
Never distracted by flaws, I’m on instance refocus/
Think you skilled? Then show your last proof to Allah/
Come test, get smacked, ultimately lose your honor/
If you’re afraid to end up in one of my two garages/
Then don’t bug me, I’m known to crush cucarachas/
I’m headed to these crews wit some Ebenezer Scrooge shit/
The rudeness, cussing while exiting a youth flick/
I’m havoc and chaos, a recipe for nuisance/
Just bring my competitors, machete and a toothpick/
Skeletons are useless to Siberian huskies/
Even dogs got taste, your criteria’s rusty/
Tackling dirty issues like a series of rugby/
So I don’t give a shhh, if the inferior judge me/
Depth’s I’ve devised rise from interstellar beings/
Visitation amnesia, you enter and exit meetings/
And subconscious alone is recollecting the meaning/
Whether it be the morning, afternoon or the evening/
Freezing your nerves, makes it easy to mimic a mime/
I awe strike listeners, hangin chins at they thighs/
So unpredictable, gotta psychics vision’s surprised/
Ever since my introduction to vocal hypnosis/
I roll wit the big guns, lyrical toasters in holsters/
Twice the infinite skill, that’s ochenta y ocho/
Never distracted by flaws, I’m on instance refocus/
Think you skilled? Then show your last proof to Allah/
Come test, get smacked, ultimately lose your honor/
If you’re afraid to end up in one of my two garages/
Then don’t bug me, I’m known to crush cucarachas/
I’m headed to these crews wit some Ebenezer Scrooge shit/
The rudeness, cussing while exiting a youth flick/
I’m havoc and chaos, a recipe for nuisance/
Just bring my competitors, machete and a toothpick/
Skeletons are useless to Siberian huskies/
Even dogs got taste, your criteria’s rusty/
Tackling dirty issues like a series of rugby/
So I don’t give a shhh, if the inferior judge me/
Depth’s I’ve devised rise from interstellar beings/
Visitation amnesia, you enter and exit meetings/
And subconscious alone is recollecting the meaning/
Whether it be the morning, afternoon or the evening/