i'm that
ill wind that blow, like fine felines making you want it
slow to the gut, as indigestion makes me burn the mic up,
-this son shines like light through a magnified lens, sherlock
homles will house you, like the ant at the end of it, take a wack rhyme and shove it, like when i sat next to miss
muffet, and frightened loki off of her tuffet, treat my
speaker like thanksgiving when i stuff it, full of incredible,
delectable, edibles while i listen to indelibles,
wait for the right time to resurrect the right rhyme,
rarely refine my lines but i like to refract, kill a
concept with my exacto knife, while pouring life from my
pen, made sure i was reborn by the millennium, to see
buck rogers breaking bread with battle star gallactaca,
sample star wars, make tron my cybernetic manager
flush flash gordon fast into fallopian tubes of MCs like you, who
use trash across the atlas, mingling with disaster,
after my rapture, lyrics shimmering with such luster, while
lack attacks when the land's end trend is to be custer,
looking for a last stand? i'll show you how your sand came a-
bout, from the beatings that my weather shovelled out, onto
so called hard rocks, defeat me? lame, you couldn't beat-
box, i'm seeing one unusually insane MC, cause your
acronym is standing for you (M)ust be (C)razy, amazing
to the average heard maybe, but baby, you're not one
(M)over of (C)rowds, but don't hate me cause i got one, this
hot son is heated like 80 billion hydrogen bombs per
second, with one to one thousand versus the atomic, i
wreckon, that'll keep your neck sweating, but stop it there,
stepping to me's like a step machine...you're getting nowhere.
(take a break to change your shorts)
i'll play the
preying-mantis if you want strategic battle tactics, you
aphid in asics, i must eat you since the basic physics
and principles apply, i've yet to premiere, but
still no more mr. nice guy, so when you get broken
down into chemical compounds after stating that you're
waterproof, claiming you can't be wet, never losing,
never configuring yet never considering the
truth that i can introduce you to cold fusion, for
those that don't know i'll go slow, sorry for the con-
fusion, but i'm using styles that inflict more than minor con-
tusions, essentially split you in two and, separate your
oxygen, from your hydrogen molecule then,
wage warfare with the winter that you never had, try to
transfer mind to matter, making it physical when you lag, up-
set cause i quenched your fire with the water wisdom given, then
used your energy against thee, after you tried to dis-
miss me, but you need see, i'm the professor with the prophe-
cy, the first with the age of enlightenment mentali-
ty, though ungrateful as of yet, i'll bet you soon will
be, once you recognize my recourse lies inside philanthro-
py, i'm still giving even when more than twice bitten, are
you another dracula? netsearched and networked through
dictionaries and still couldn't define spectacular? with
vernacular cliche', never enriching with risque'
like i'm the riddler and you can play the robin, so
unless you bring batman by, i'm steady flogging, letting fly
ridicule so riveting, professor x is considering my
mutant mind while you get passed by the pharcyde.
only wackness would attempt to clench microphones against this, so play the temptress, but, if you push past pride, J toth from Hoth might decide to lend hishelping hand tonight, just press reply, apologize for the wack rhymes and the wasting of my time and then send it...or just give up now and end it, loki? naw, i'm low key like the third "c" below middle "c," are you kidding me? nobody's heard of this emcee, not even me, anonymous when i toss up defness, while you remain irritating like bed sweat, your best bet is to give this mess a rest kid unless you enjoy enlisting in mascochistic habits poor, like putting tobasco up your asshole, need i say more? well it's obvious that you need not, unless you wanna play yourself like pras and try to settle the score, (and you've already opened the door stealing from the damaja while i've got rhymes galore, without dragging busta rhymes over the floor,) you're still trying to feel it while hip-hop's coming out my pores...
later skater, keeping living life on the free,
J toth from Hoth, but in the place to be, (STL)
"certified as superior emcee,"
that's a delaism, for those that didn't catch me.
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