Hey yo, she's droppin'
Goin' straight for the show
She's lookin' good,
she's lookin' good
Yo, she's doin' a good job
She's learnin' the way out of it
What's up?
Yo, I'm cool, man
Hypnotic like organized chaos
Get played on tracks like wack kids decay
facts
Background is fat like barriers for sound
I break it, I trash them all
when these rhymes far
From my lips, like dead weight from ships
Long trips,
needed a getaway to get away
Before you bleed it,
never heeded, was my words
My crew became blurs up off in the distance
In less than an instant,
infantry, cavalry
And strikes, mad strategy,
won't matter to me
It really doesn't now,
grab the mic with know -how
Cause I know my styles and I know yours
You like to take bits,
pieces and fragments
Your whole style sounds
fragmented and demented
And I'm in it, when I left you domed in it
From listening to my jam for just
under three minutes
And I was all in it,
Jermond
Making you make wack moves
Shit you know you wouldn't do,
and it's true
Cause it's facts, dope
MCs make wack
MCs
Have mishaps
My verbal traps big game like thoughts
from your head frame
Leave your physical mane
The whole situation got
smoked for a while
Before the real shit happened
We master kidnapping your mental
And then attacking, so
Don't ask when or where it's going down,
just know
You're trapped under my avalanche
You blow the proof and show
I make you act brand new like embryo I know you don't,
so this time don't act like you know
What can't you see?
Now that you're well,
you won't forget us
What can't you see?
Now that you're well,
you won't forget us
I'm not in a state of mind all the time,
it varies
New movements and grooves been,
relentless struggles in this bubble
Too much trouble, outside so stay inside
Blown from the overseers and you died
Cry tears to see a tear to that,
cause your man lay on his back
Identified by the molars,
exiled them to the polars
Then became blunt rollers,
astonished the natives
And made relative meditators,
notions and motions be sedated
Elated cause I made it functional,
it's functional style
My style is intergalactic,
international with nationalistic tactics
Got
Patrick pulling hat tricks,
my sidekicks and flicks
Paying for
Mike's strain, catching my brain
about relax, like my suits attached,
hands to backs
Words on wax intact,
the track soothes and whack moves
Escape my mind like brain cells,
going up and smoking stairwells
Who tells stories and lies, lies dead
In head blood, a blood trail on steps,
the scene change the facts
Confuse intellects, take small steps
A wreck on beats to live,
like food and taking
breath
There's no choice left, I stand erect and
rock hard, adventurous with this
God leads me on the expedition
To the fifth dimension, laying firm
Let the bullshit burn,
it's my turn to shine
Power is refined, divine, genuine
Words turn to classic like
grapes in the wine
I'm in the fondant in the cloud lining
Silverware shining, dislaying with fishes
Like bliss over beats,
sweet like cookie sheets
Time to lease,
give you this day your daily bread
White or wheat
What can't you see?
Knowledge is born,
but you won't forget it
What can't you see?
Knowledge is born,
but you won't forget it
What can't you see?
I don't need you, I don't need you
I'm back in this
