I'm aerial, like a missle... my overview's impeccable
And if you had my sort of reach from this spot, I'd have more respect for you...
Just being real. Evil, peel your bones right off Lady Liberty
Talent, with the agility. Balance, lyric ability.
Challenge? Carry this skill with me. It's nothing to show it off
in the crowd. For the silence ones, now talking aloud.
Beast off the leash. Kill systematically, don't get lost in it now
The Armageddon embodied, evacuate every possible route
Fifth element shit, I'm in control.
Boondock Saints, killing off where the sinners roll.
Likely to go in your soul.
That's Mortal Kombat. Fatality. They battle me... a flawless kill.
The rawest, still. You may look at me, n' think that I only body build
That's cool. A common misconception, I do other shit.
Like shine, I hope you got skin protection.
Spin doctor, follow the wind direction. Omnipotent.
I carry this throne, invariably, a diamond in the rough
like Sierra Leone. Young Padawan is out to embarrass you clones...
in Ground Zero, like a terrorist zone.
If I lock hands? It's not behind the back.
Super sonic punchlines, like the Hedgehog on time attack.
Never could discover the skill, it's time that you find a map.
Resilience is my nature on paper, I was designed like that
William Paley theory, you're not growing like me.
The sonnet only the natural poet can see...
In the moment I breathe, isometrics - breaking my opponent in 3
With his washed up mentality, so I gotta throw em' to sea..
I'm the Ocean degree, I'm coasting between the streams that you hear...
Where the images manifest n' then easily appear
like self reflections, but Celph's projections are monstrous, like health infections...
The DSL couldn't conjure up how I excel connections...
They asked me to stop writing bible length keys, I gave it a thought...
N' said all of you are prey for the Taut, n' aren't as creative...
As the way that I jot. I'm saying, my relations leave this paper distraught
While you assholes penny pinching every diss - gotta save what you got.
Nah. Biting the Big Apple. Right on top of the state.
I keep eating off the estate till there's not a spot on my plate.
So refresh me... how are you younging's again?
I should be Baby Blue, the way I make love to this pen...
Shit, my microphone can double as a contraception...
This ain't a lovers quarrel, brothers twirl upon impact
and suffer lost connections...
Peter Jackson shots if I catch you hobbits stepping
You better off asking for Boston Marathon directions...
Kool Herc' - Grandmaster of this brand, bastard.
It's fantastic. Every drop is a damn classic.
I took the standard they set out n' then I ran past it.
You got that feeling in your gut? Get you in Antacid...