So, don't think it's beyond me to leave a corpse, full of holes.
I shit on rappers from such a high spot, that the porcelain glows
Wow. This whole style's sanctimonious.
They know it is. So cold, that I go in it, with no motive, bitch.
Feel the motor hit your face, leave you stuck in a rhythm...
Renting out the penthouse suite, I'll get more than what most customers give 'em.
My bars are manufactured in the same way they structure a prison.
Intrinsic, like a neural surgeon's confidence, from a incision.
I write masterpieces, likened to the Sistine.
da Vinci. Looking through altered states, with a split screen.
I'm the philosopher that you're talking of.
Modern Aristotle, the only hope they can swallow from. The bullet leaving the hollow gun.
Carrying the globe on my back, Crono's will attack.
Throwing the axis... better know you're going toe to toe, with Galactus.
The flow is intact - it will circle, until the solar, collapses...
The question that nobody's asking...
The moment Adam Lanza walks into the school, while you're going to classes.
Yeah, you're having an Anxiety War, writing on forums.
I confide in it, to tide over boredom. I practically designed the decorum.
To forge their mind in a form of rhyming performing..
I mean, if you think of it, I'm like the Architect... every bar has a quasar effect.
Still receptive, watching each star, project.
I got the target set in a Bullseye, like a Marvel sketch...
An excellent marksmen. A gambit, to which these cards reflect.
Projectiles. You're watching the X files, seeing something ungodly, happen.
Laws of attraction. A logical synapse from a single cell...
that will cause a reaction..
Yeah, I'm the symbiote. The lingering of rebellion, inside every Ginger kid.
- that was picked on since an infant. Shit...
The fists of dire precision, causing your chest, to cave.
It takes your breath, away. The doctor shakes his head...there's nothing left to say.
Especially if we're looking at your X-ray, in a reflective state.
Heart just drops from a 'resting' rate, my educated guess is, "Do not resuscitate"...