[Intro]
Listen, to the melody
[Verse 1: Prince Ea]
Uuhh, uuhh, Niggas turn the rap game into a floor show
I'mma bring it back to the war zone
Back to the third world people with the torn clothes
I got a worm hole in my wardrobe
Wanna see the North Pole?
Don't forget your fur coat
Cheese, I don't like the breeze
Could you please keep that door closed?
Morse code I'm about to go AWOL
You ain't hard just because you broke a few state laws
I speak to ghost forms
Living in graveyards
But it wasn't until I deciphered the cave walls
That I realized
Life is an equation best simplified
But one that you can't solve
I take charge and I try to be the best
Cause rappers are watered down
Like coffee grounds and cheap exk
EMS, is where I send niggas lyrically
This is basic
Stop claiming that I'm spitting deep
Sometimes at night
I take a sip of tea
And sit and think about the industry
Wishing that it was just a dream
So much ice it’s like
I'm in the Pleistocene's
But I lay back
And try not to let it get to me
Fucking in the scene
With the kitchen sink
I hope you drown in your Krystal and Hennessy
This is Hip-Hop hegemony
But, You can’t get rid of me
I'm perfect like the bullet that killed President Kennedy
The rapper from the Philistines
If I feel the need
I can existentially rip the beats systemically
With the same synergy as the Trinity
Through God and imagery
I'mma show you I'm a ill MC
I'm who everybody pretends to be
I'm the extra-terrestrial biological enemy
I'm the effects of Dimethyltryptamine
I am mass multiplied by the speed of light squared equals energy
I'm the line that separates the infinitesimal
From infinity
I am the centerpiece
I'm your best friend
And your Worst enemy
You’re nothing without me
I am your memory
Listen, to the melody
[Verse 1: Prince Ea]
Uuhh, uuhh, Niggas turn the rap game into a floor show
I'mma bring it back to the war zone
Back to the third world people with the torn clothes
I got a worm hole in my wardrobe
Wanna see the North Pole?
Don't forget your fur coat
Cheese, I don't like the breeze
Could you please keep that door closed?
Morse code I'm about to go AWOL
You ain't hard just because you broke a few state laws
I speak to ghost forms
Living in graveyards
But it wasn't until I deciphered the cave walls
That I realized
Life is an equation best simplified
But one that you can't solve
I take charge and I try to be the best
Cause rappers are watered down
Like coffee grounds and cheap exk
EMS, is where I send niggas lyrically
This is basic
Stop claiming that I'm spitting deep
Sometimes at night
I take a sip of tea
And sit and think about the industry
Wishing that it was just a dream
So much ice it’s like
I'm in the Pleistocene's
But I lay back
And try not to let it get to me
Fucking in the scene
With the kitchen sink
I hope you drown in your Krystal and Hennessy
This is Hip-Hop hegemony
But, You can’t get rid of me
I'm perfect like the bullet that killed President Kennedy
The rapper from the Philistines
If I feel the need
I can existentially rip the beats systemically
With the same synergy as the Trinity
Through God and imagery
I'mma show you I'm a ill MC
I'm who everybody pretends to be
I'm the extra-terrestrial biological enemy
I'm the effects of Dimethyltryptamine
I am mass multiplied by the speed of light squared equals energy
I'm the line that separates the infinitesimal
From infinity
I am the centerpiece
I'm your best friend
And your Worst enemy
You’re nothing without me
I am your memory
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!