[Verse 1] Lets begin Asalaam alaikum, people of good will I offer you the greeting of thoughtmanifested skill To finally reveal the openend chapter As real as the flesh that youre embodied in To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, Ill be riding in And there might have been a slight rotation warp to curve the course Of course Im cordial when I report, I wont distort I dont contort, connect, conduct, collect, console, or conceal In full control of the roll of the wheel My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science Omitting defiance with the hightech mic check The buttons that flashed I pushed for absolute destruction Your structure is lifted from the ground The foundation mound is broke, so you float around Im embedded in what is known as beat Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete In time, youll see the pace of the pulse pump rapidly Heart rate, happily marched I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow But it aint the same, though, yo The tried and true pros are chasing fools gold Sliding through holes like small rodents Its obviously evident my embellishment peaks at 292 IQ Cause Big Ace is the spinner in the center, inventor And I plan to be a winner Meaning Ill be in the innerouter ovaries Overload, overboard, overseas Hearin oversees more than the eye can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist The way I shape this landscape automatically makes this vivid I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit Not inhibited, not even a little bit, when Im inclined [Hook] My attempts to redefine your hiphop guidelines And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hiphop guideline You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time [Verse 2] Cause Id rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent Consider me part of the dust in the dusk I must collect the samples from the rust Penetrate the crust then trust no living Driven by the sonic language passion Your ashes spark the flashes of the neon from beyond What kind of planet could I be on? I dont know, but Ima be on for eons and eons While many think that they can never play out Get trapped in a timeframe and never find a way out I stay off the dramatization And I balance, always seeking the challenge To show the world the incredible talents I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces Worthlessness is just half of the problem I read the grid, kid, I did every column I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum, wild style em! Until they get to hit the target, I mark it on the bullseye of flies And the buffalo wing in the sky My architechnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground I suggest that you warn your town I inhabit the oxygen mark off the memory You will never forget to remember The lone wolverine marine biologist machine With the verbal, internal mind fertile Foot over hurdle, tight like girdle And my wordll be the last I incubate every other millennium I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of em I am potent, untraceable No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts No heart, no head, just a carcass The darkest days come right before the light I watch my watch and stand right before the mic By the powers vested in me, I digested MCs food for thought Caught on to the end of the rope and swung Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks When I walk, my footprints indent cement I am not practical, nor am I unusual Nor am I oblivious to hideous crimes Every city is captured and trapped in my mind Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs [Hook] My attempts to redefine your hiphop guidelines You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time My attempts to redefine your hiphop guidelines You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time [Verse 3] Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl Master of the free pen pal style Cause Im omnipotent Im some government experiment that is out of control Im from some big black hole I square up, select, and wrecked every tangle I flare up, and you can try any angle Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda Then Im, octagone in the wind with the pollen The pollen [Outro] Thats enough of the guidelines. Thats my theme music!
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