When I come fourth to rhyme
Best know it's morphing time
Morpheus in those thoughts of mine
Mines are what me and my cohorts are defined as
Can't pause my Ligaments can't conquer I
I got more bars then a polygamist has concubines
But I do concur I conquer the beat so fine
What you might find inside my own mind I reside in
Flow better than Poseidon practicing diving inside a define dyson
Guys with their lies they are devising
Meeting of the minds read between the lines
Deceit is a crime we will delete in time
Cover your ears to the lies
Don't always believe what is seen by the eyes
Honest words are devised
Stepped in the scene already considered a nuisance
I spit knowledge they call me Confucius
Dudes confused by the bars than they are useless
And there is hope in him you need this
Sick since my mum Fallopian The beat is
Sicker than an Ethiopian fetus
Your on opium if you believe you can defeat this
Who knew Moses who never use to talk in school
Make something to move to
I know a lot of sad dudes who produce nothing but do do
About riveting as a sudoku
You and your crew can all perform seppuku
I hate all of you yeah you too
Moses making this seem so effortless
Moses actually appears in exodus
But been doing this since sega genesis
Been to generous for these degenerates
So I generate a flow more venomous
Than an eleven denis the menaces
Examine the evidence
It's for ever evident that this flow is heaven sent
Please stand there a moment as I vomit these super sonic sonnets that are more bubonic than the plague
You lot are so vague
They tried to conform mozzie's flow though
But it stayed deformed like the Quasimodo
In the middle of soho
f**ing an Aussie in slow mo
This is serve sever main vain artery artistry
Am Always on point like archery
Architects Of anarchy
Tired of this musical melarchy
The irony of being shown the light by a darkie
I'll drive you crazy dont need a car key
Let me slow it down for those who ought to listen
Might go over the head like you suffer from dwarfism
No a couple of guys who want to ramp with me
Doing this singlehandly like an amp tie
Converting a beat to a carca** is not hard for me
About two armies worth of marksmen want to harm me
But i roll with the ghost of Marcus carvy
And this kid is an anarchist
Anti narcissist arsonist
Burn down any arse lick asking for an arse kicked
I'm a mad hatter beat manhandler
Foreheads a about for times bigger than Adam sandlers
And you like the way I do the Job on the beat
There is no way you knobs can compete
You and your boys are so obsolete
He is your own uncle but even Bob can see YOU'RE WACK!