| p. p1 p. p2 |
| This is an exorcism |
| The electro skeleton |
| X-strap the back |
| With his next flow |
| Listen |
| Electro vision |
| That rest of molecular texture |
| In this irregular |
| Secular mechanism |
| You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable scoliosis |
| Plus liver cirrhosis |
| Witness the original |
| Lyrical everlasting |
| Individual spiritual |
| Metaphysical mastering |
| Blasting your zone |
| Will the wrath ever know? |
| The path of science and math |
| Craft in stone |
| My deepest exegesis |
| Drafted alone |
| The devilish staff was born |
| And grafted a clone |
| I elevate with ________ that are sacred |
| Create biological elements that I mate with |
| The Evangelical adamant |
| Radical |
| Murder capital Admiral |
| Who rappers stagger and battle |
| I am the sorcerer |
| Broke through the corridor |
| The 220 century |
| Galaxy orbiter |
| Straight from the infinite thought |
| Who ____ taught him |
| How to combine to Summer |
| Spring, Winter and Autumn |
| My staff is steady as acid |
| When I cast it |
| 1 to 150 |
| The demographic |
| No match |
| No matter |
| Where you look for the Heaven |
| The coalition |
| Book number seven |
| I am |
| The author of book number seven |
| You unleashed the power of book number seven |
| There is no escape from book number seven |
| You’re not outside |
| You’re actually inside of book number seven |
| I throw hundreds of sun lit punches in abundance |
| You in a dungeon that dwells |
| Within the infinite circumference of my conscience |
| I send and receive intergalactic faxes |
| At night my body relaxes |
| Raises like taxes |
| And levitates over the mattress |
| I transform into a sandstorm |
| Might take the form of a newborn |
| With a baby’s body |
| And a 35 year old man’s arm |
| There’ll be no more sympathy sent to you |
| I make an entity into you |
| As I mentally circumvent your peninsula |
| The intensely temperamental mic emperor |
| Who increases the temperature |
| And makes sure |
| You receive every ninja strike meant for you |
| Opposition |
| You don’t hear a word from them |
| K-Rino's the one |
| Who picks up the hitchhiking murderer |
| And then murders him |
| I stand on posters like coasters |
| They’ve been after me before my birth |
| My ultra-sound picture |
| Was on a most-wanted poster |
| Metallic plate |
| Strapped to my shoulders |
| Vultures fly out of my folder |
| After I bust and reiterate |
| Every flow that I told you |
| No more CD’s |
| Technology has finally evolved |
| Albums in pill form |
| You swallow them |
| And let them dissolve |
| Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain |
| When I storm it |
| You not only hear me recite the songs |
| You see me performing |
| You thought you had writer’s block |
| Your brain was starting to swell up |
| But that was me killing your ideas |
| Before they developed |
| I’m bruising you |
| Cause I’m half super nuclear |
| You can fit your skill in mine |
| The same amount of times |
| Pluto can fit in Jupiter |
| I load revenge into a syringe |
| Opponent’s then cringe |
| At the needle penetrates |
| Within your contact lense |
| Laid with excruciating pain |
| To use my style |
| Like a 120 consecutive root canals |
| Meanwhile |
| My horrors cancel your tomorrows |
| I speak words that the authors |
| Of the dictionary |
| And the Thesaurus borrows |
| Blast my gun |
| With the Wrath of Khan |
| The Jurassic mastodon |
| That easily won the scholastic triathlon |