Do you feel it? Do you feel it?
I don't think you wanna leave
In a slowmo spasm my poetic solo has 'em
So unravelled it'll cast a past Cro-Magnon back to a protoplasm
Before he holds the notes I pass him
He'd rather go to sleep in a haunted open chasm and gladly let the ghost harass him
Callously, tearing up these babblers
And then I slap the dead rapper cause he refused to give me dap afterwards
I check and wreck actors in spectacular fashion
I'm the next chapter of Adam and neck-cracking assassins
The man who shows you examples of ample mic controlling slick handles
While standing underwater holding a lit candle
The tracks I make many don't advocate
They navigate fast through the air and space at full capacitated travel rates
They numerate too rapid to calculate
My massive accolades smack your face and leave gashes just like a sack of blades
Rappers fabricate and exaggerate
To challenge my talent was their mistake so I abrogate and dilapidate
Classes paid to see how I shatter fakes
I'm booked to assassinate through today so you might have to wait till after 8
Blessed with higher level intelligence
Swing the mic like it's a crescent wrench and leave not a spot of detected evidence
Assume I'll take your head soon
So smooth when you asleep I built a train track that runs through your bedroom
Musical flesh wounds infect tombs
I love to contest goons, I keep monsoons hid in my guest room
Harpoon beats on each wall up in the room suites
I sneak baboons under sheets in honeymoon suites
The complete setted scene of heresy
Cleverly, I speak a melody and infants within 3 seconds be elderly
If MCs wanna travel in the right direction
Follow the light reflections casted at midnight by my mic collection
You can't escape from the hell I make
I detonate and leave an entire galaxy roped off in yellow tape
I'll demonstrate the ones that I make
No need to rap an hour straight, my 16's equate to 108's
Many spit rhymes at a dominant rate
But assuming the length of it makes it great is a common mistake
So refrain and maintain your proper lane, you and I are not the same
I got an invisible force field that blocks the rain
Removed his veins when the music came
I don't drink through the main orifice, I hold water bottles up to my brain
They read what the final score said
The EMTs found the beast dead with my mark carved on his forehead
In my REM state my alpha waves disseminate
Creating movement powered enough to blow the wind away
Cylindrical neck aggressively read sermons
I'm looking over my shoulders without my head turning
His beat down was incomplete now, the referee found
After checking the film I didn't have both of my feet down
Beyond the sub-atomic neutron, upon my birth I was only a crumb
And out it the rest of my body grew from
But after that I changed how that was set
Experiments with new travel jets led to my conception before my parents met
Can't conceivably imagine matching equally
I'll argue and fight with you even when you agree with me
I'm tuned to all intimate sounds, so when these lines knock you down
I'll hear you hit the ground from way outta town, fool