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[00:10.16]Let's begin
[00:10.60]Asalaam alaikum, people of good will
[00:13.07]I offer you the greeting of thought manifested skill
[00:15.63]To finally reveal the open-end chapter
[00:17.90]As real as the flesh that you're embodied in
[00:20.17]To the skull cavity your mind is rotting in, I'll be riding in
[00:22.35]And there might have been a slight, rotation warp to curve
[00:25.32]The course of course, I'm cordial when I'm reportin'
[00:29.40]I won't distort, I don't contort
[00:30.95]Connect, conduct, collect, console or conceal
[00:33.11]In full control of the roll of the wheel
[00:35.77]My eyes are my appliance to decipher the science
[00:38.51]Omitting defiance with the high-tech mic check
[00:40.96]The buttons that flashed, I pushed for absolute destruction
[00:44.28]Your structure is lifted from the ground
[00:46.59]The foundation mound is broke, so you float around
[00:49.37]I'm embedded in what is known as beat
[00:51.70]Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete
[00:54.13]In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump
[00:56.91]Rapidly, heart rate, happily marched
[00:58.91]I happen to be the dark man who holds the charts
[01:01.98]I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow
[01:05.00]But it ain't the same though, yo
[01:06.95]The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold
[01:09.55]Sliding through holes like small rodents
[01:12.15]It's obviously evident, my embellishment peaks at two-ninety-two I.Q.
[01:17.55]'Cuz Big Ace is the spinner, in the center
[01:20.78]Inventor, and I plan to be a winner meaning
[01:23.12]I'll be in the inner outer ovaries, overload, overboard
[01:25.52]Overseas hearin' oversees more, than the eye
[01:28.13]Can I stand, limited primitive, sentimentalist, escapist
[01:30.38]The way I shape this landscape, automatically makes this, vivid
[01:33.33]I give it a rivet, hold it, stand at the pivot
[01:35.50]I love it, learn to live it, then give you my exhibit
[01:38.22]Not inhibited, not even a little bit when I'm inclined
[01:41.03]My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
[01:43.28]And you can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
[01:46.27]My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guideline
[01:48.85]You can play the sideline, write rhymes in your spare time
[01:51.99]'Cuz I'd rather stimulate your mind than emulate your purpose
[01:53.83]And we have only touched on the surface of the serpent
[01:56.67]Consider me part of the dust, in the dusk
[01:58.86]I must collect the samples from the rust
[02:02.05]Penetrate the crust then trust no living
[02:04.63]Driven by the sonic, language passion
[02:07.45]Your ashes spark the flashes, of the neon
[02:09.84]From beyond, what kind of planet could I be on?
[02:12.00]I don't know, but I'ma be on for eons, and eons
[02:14.86]While many think that they can never play out
[02:17.67]Get trapped in a time frame and never find their way out
[02:19.81]I stay off the dramatization and I balance
[02:22.48]Always seeking the challenge
[02:24.35]To show the world the incredible talents
[02:25.81]I cut the corners, smooth out the surfaces
[02:28.03]Worthlessness is just half of the problem
[02:30.21]I read the grid kid, I did every column
[02:32.47]I note the animal kingdom, and the phylum
[02:35.49]Whylum style 'em until they get to hit the target
[02:38.29]I mark it on the bullseye, of flies and the buffalo wing in the sky
[02:42.59]My architectnique sparks the dark streets of your resting ground
[02:46.62]I suggest that you warn your town
[02:48.43]I inhabit the oxygen, mark off the memory
[02:51.28]You will never forget to remember the lone wolverine
[02:54.05]Marine biologist machine with the verbal
[02:56.24]Internal mind fertile, foot, over hurdle
[02:59.00]Tight like girdle, and my word'll be the last
[03:01.49]I incubate every other millennium
[03:04.02]I fast and I hibernate, to pass any of 'em
[03:06.48]I am potent, untraceable
[03:09.05]No color, no odor, no taste, no replaceable parts
[03:12.42]No heart, no head, just a carcass
[03:15.01]The darkest days come, right before the light
[03:17.22]I watch my watch and stand right before the mic
[03:19.89]By the powers, vested in me, I digested MC's
[03:23.07]Food for thought, caught on to the end of the rope and swung
[03:25.45]Then stood stiff as if I was on a cliff
[03:28.04]Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks
[03:30.21]When I walk my footprints indent cement
[03:32.85]I am not practical nor am I unusual
[03:35.40]Nor am I oblivious to, hideous crimes
[03:38.08]Every city is captured and trapped in my mind
[03:40.66]Given the spinal tap as the final rap climbs
[03:43.28]My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
[03:46.04]You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
[03:48.68]My attempts to redefine your hip-hop guidelines
[03:51.42]You can play the sidelines, write rhymes in your spare time
[03:53.65]'Cuz I have become the night owl on the prowl
[03:56.26]Master of the free penpal style 'cuz I'm, om-nipotent
[04:00.51]I'm, some, government experiment that is out of control
[04:04.05]I'm from some big black hole
[04:06.65]I square up, select, and rec'd every tangle
[04:09.43]I flare up, and you can try, any angle
[04:12.48]Even Bermuda, but I bury the barracuda
[04:14.64]Then I'm, octagon in the wind with the pollen
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