I figured the piece to the puzzle,
Now you're in trouble.
Packing a handful of beats, breaks and rebuttals.
I'm that bee with a bumble,
Long haired, baby face with the stubble.
down to earth like Barney Rubbles.
Bursting bubbles, reversing rebels back into followers,
Back into swallowers of my style, my binoculars are helping me see clear,
While you're trying to see near,
I got my eyes veering out towards horizons.
See who's rising with the tides,
See who's falling.
See which emcees need me, fear me, or calling me out,
I'm calling a bout about to bounce, the amount I pounce is deadly to a mouse so watch out, I'll bust you in the fucking mouth.
Mountain lurking like Sasquatch,
Your house squashed and I'm still squatting in the wreckage.
Recollecting my retched past deeds,
Fast like lightning time slippin like that, coolest cat up in the garbage pale, raising hell,
Looking shook like bells around Christmas,
Your Christians are dismissed.
This is atheist rap, and I'm the ace in the stack. I'm the jack on the box, and y'all the knife in the back.
Just a fraction of rap can fuck with this,
I'm educated in game so here I just sit.
Never selling out while waiting for justice.
Your album is a "must get" while mine is hitting hard like a musket, Cain't touch this
The toughest, roughest Tusken Tungsten town contesting young sent munchkins of Tomorrowland
While sorrow foils underpants.
Structured dance of the puppet trance
Strikes a thunderous blow like a blunderbuss to a youngin.
Jumping like jack for bills and Jills the jig is up, hit the hills and get to running.
Shew, shew, with Little Bunny FooFoo's and goodie two shoes,
I'm at the who's who's in Vegas eating coos coos.
Your tutu is too cute, and your foot loose impression is on point.
But I don't like bumping your joints,
Like smoking Reggie at a party.
Y'all are personified Tootsie Rolls while I'm the Smartie with the acid drip.
Pacifist until you pass a fist, I'll plea the fifth until you ask for shit,
Disastrous plastered guest,
Spitting Political views like an activist, past the tense, like was and because, I shove and pack gloves like an oven mit.
I'm the rawest in the game, you should covenant,
Cover it as rubbish, rubbing my Buddha belly, who the hell is gonna tell me their running this.
I'm done with this.
I tourniquet the ending and sever it,
Devilish in the way he flips a hit.
Flips the script, he hits the kits all lickity split.
Licking the dick of an industry who's making me sick.
Forget it...