Transmute yourself when you bump this in your system,For those who oppose and violate need to listen.Just got the rest of it,Spit on it most definite,The deacon needed ah witness and I got ah testament.Spiritual autograph something that you can' t see,So when you feel the cold wind, ya'll gone remember me.I've submerged like Sub-Mariner from the deep,Communicate with humans using my mind I don't speak,Like the man aqua,You move to fast and cliffhanging remember I gotcha,Unlike my pockets the rap game ain't broke it's just out of order,We all get our quarterBack if we thought the gig was wack,We attack,Show set sound stage if we don't like it,I came by myself and you brought Cleo as ah sidekick,Like the psychicCards true M-C's never lie,And still write rhymes till the day that I die,I said I will write rhymes till the day that I die.I bend minds like the doctor while you impatiently waitin',Caught up in rock hell your mind stagnatin',Shave off my hair and see that I'm part of the alien nation,And I'm all for racism and segregation.Concrete jungle poems harder than black stone dick and Guinness,This block belongs to Cobra La get off the premise.
The microphone ain't loud enough of the people can't hear me,I swear to Fred Jason and Chuck they gone fear me,Now clearly see the affects of an ill format,They wasn't prepared for a track like that Move on these tracks like Flo-Joe,Don't get caught in the under tow,Half the battle and now you know,Plse stop fuckin with the tempo,It feels like the instrumental is in my mental,And thats word to Jazz HipHop Bebop and Rock Steady,Lyrics like Nun-chucks Sais Swords Pole mean Green and Ugly,Swing harder than K C Jones playing rugby,You seeing me you insane, Cocaine,Or yous ah dummy,And no we don't eat Portishead so throw it out,You got some shit thats on your mind you spit it out,This is fast food for thought that's just take out,Before I'm out...
Believed the earth was flat so I walked off it,Easily influenced so now I'm an alcoholic,On these tracks ya'll can't and you all lucky,Porcupine steez cause you fuckers can't touch me,J beats leavin them open,Your venom sting ain't potent,Something I put in my herbal tea,You heard of me IDK,From the central streets of Brooklyn to central bookin',Your track s broke I do a plumbing job on them like Bookmen,(How you feelin') When I vibrate streets and shake floors,And change matterMake things matter,And mess with your brain matter,With just my mind,Now you hit rewind from involuntary design...