To this world of aqua (to this world of aqua)

To this world of aqua



Hey yo, at night I can't sleep

I toss and turn

Writin' rhymes in the dark so that somebody gets burned

In a fire that my pen sparks, I blend art

Mixed with my insomnia

Creatin' poison ?in the lyrics????

So I'm goin' out to be bombin' ya

With an extra dosage, the coast that I'm approachin'

The more your overdosin'

Your heart rushes straight to a convulsion

And the rest of my agents cardiac, while I'm like,"Where's the party at?



"Where the bottle and party hat?"

Let's start our own Mardi Gras

As long as a got a mic, bottle and broad, it's gonna be on

It ain't over 'til I'm sober, and even then

I'll party wit' a hangover

I ran over your file, studied your craft

Which forced me to laugh at your style

You need to forfeit for a while

Purchase a one way ticket to the middle of nowhere

Don't even go there

'Cuz you won't stay there



[Chorus x2:]

Don't try to follow what you can't swallow

I'm sort of what you might call a mic ?tallow?

Just gettin' phenomenal from the abdominal

Breathin' the words of a scientist, applyin' this

1st ending: Yeah, yeah, applyin' this

2nd ending: What, what, applyin' this



Be like the last notations of Christ

The mic is my fascination of life

You rappers evaporate in the light

I do shit like stab you in the face wit' a knife

Sheiked out in titanium pipes

That'll leave you deserted like Arabian Nights

At night, I'm achin' to write shit to disable your hearing and sight

You're fearin' the fight, where we can site

This right, these niggaz is like

"Wait, I'm heavy and might brake your oral with the horror that I

strike."

On page and on stage

My name should not be forgotten

I hit the spot in your brain and let it decay

Until it's rotten, ya niggaz don't got it

Knowin' the flow is hypnotic and has your mental enter dimensions

While we damage the rest of your senses

House of rest, we won't rest until we collect checks from my pension

And even then we'll leave ya niggaz a suspection from the worst that we

mention

Puttin' these kids back to detention



[Chorus x2]



Now once again it's the mictalogist

Some say you need a psyche analysis

But even the most psychotic psychiatrist won't take my assignment

The say my mind is a virus

Spreadin' germs through the environment

MC's take an early retirement from these ones that are firin'

Throughout the mouthpiece, battle me?

Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha

Rhymes navigates through your body, detonates like a shotty

Exits out your anal cavity because of gravity

You see, these rhymes they rub your insides, without a doubt

And the only way to operate is to turn your body inside out

Mission impossible, too many obstacles, stick to what's possible

I'll even deliver the news to your fam

Straight from the hospital, man, it isn't logical, it's just unstoppable



We know to go for what's profitable

Leave him alone, he's not gonna pull...through

Why?  'Cuz I left his body corrupted with black and blues

That's forever part of his life like tattoos

Even if you try to erase it still can be traced

We're live at the barbecue puttin' the grill to your face

And no matter the year, my niggaz still in the place



"Follow, follow."

"They do not know my sorcery."

"Where are you leading us?"

"Rest assured, a short distance more."

"C'mon let's go."

"By all the power I possess, I (Jedi) shall that they are never heard

from again"



Yeah, Jedi, Son of Spock

For '98

Yeshua Da PoED, on the track

Follow us

C'mon

C'mon let's go