Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
 I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
 to finally reveal the open-end chapter
 As real as the flesh that you're embodied in
 to the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
 And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
 the course of course I'm cordial when I'm reportin
 I won't distort, I don't 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 high-tech 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
 I'm embedded in what is known as beat
 Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete
 In time, you'll 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 ain't the same though, yo
 The tried and true pros I chase and fools go
 sliding through holes, like small rodents
 It's obviously, evident my embellishment
 peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
 Cause Big Ace is the spinner, in the, center
 Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
 I'll be in inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
 overseas hearin oversees more, than the eye can
 I stand, limited primative, 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 I'm inclined
 My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
 and you can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
 My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline
 You can play the sideline, ride rhymes in your spare time
 cause I'd 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 be-yond, what kind of planet could I be on?
 I don't know, but I'ma be on, for eons, and eons
 While many think that they can never play out
 Get trapped in a timeframe, and never find their 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 greek kid, I did every column
 I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
 WHYLUM 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 architectnique 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 word'll be the last
 I incubate, every other millineuim
 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 carcas
 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 MC's
 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
 My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
 You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
 My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
 You can play the sidelines, ride rhymes in your spare time
 Cause I have become the night owl on the prowl
 Master of the freebin pile style
 Cause I'm, om-nipotent
 I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control
 I'm from some big black hole
 I square up, select, and rec'd, every tangle
 I flare up, and you can try, any angle
 Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
 then I'm, octa-gone in the wind with the pollen