Binary Star - Slang Blade II lyrics

Have you said yellin this, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? Decompoze embellish Lo speech impediment Flows on a pedestal Rooms call me Elephant Bombing your caSsettlement Resident of Terrorist Not k**ing the heretics With English speaking Arabic I’m talking bout America The Media with Narratives Mr Wizard of Oz, you might be thinkin Maryland Wishin you had brain, crows be on that scary ish Lion/lying you sayin my science wasn’t on that rare ish Need at least ten/Tin man, to BANG in comparison Keep you on ya toes Witch/which ever beat I cherry pick Wide open layups And high off the J’s bu*t I climbed on the way up Holdem up wait up, nope Foot on the Break up Wheels spinning beginning women Mo-men-tum straight up My lines never enough rhymes get buffet rushed Sk**s, they pay da bills eat a meal lick the plate up The only weight up On scale 1 to 7 you get 8/ate up Cookies I bake up Tell’em to wake up Sonny scare Cher and smear a lotta mascara I handle Barbells you boys Hannah Barbara One Be Lo said/set it, temperature dropping the weather I sell a a Capella like helicopter propeller That’s Way over ya head of my time watching the weather Strike a vibe voluntary involve not a vendetta And then I k** his opinion As tho I chill as the villain As Proof you witness the k**in Some people listen to Dilla Cold as Michigan winter See ever finger that shiver Don’t mean it’s pulling the trigger More like a temperature feeling Now clearly what you hear is a mirror image of Guinness Cuz before the record ended I started a new beginning From little pimpin’ to pilgrims I circled around the building Malcolm X/Exit and Enter Metaphors in my lyrics I Shredder like Macaroni and Chedder for dinner And most rap ninjas snitches kick it with splinter Downtown drop it hot I’m crowned Jean Basquiat You crossin these words, you da SAMO/ same ole carbon cop Always making something fresh for tomorrow Beef- you looking kinda loose in a taco Magic- my state of mind dropping outta college You ain’t Worthy for the position They shoot you in the googles I hook’em like Abdul Jabbar, do the puzzle that’s As Salaam, the Laker the one, triple double 33 degrees Phoenix, Zeus and Apollo Compoze been freakin flows since high school wit Rahlo O Type, Juice, Chicago the proof is in the bottle I Cruise through deez Crews like the Coups in the Congo Sk**s on the Console Seals on the Envelope fans fell Domino one man yell Geronomooo Pirate the guess spot Find Treasure chest spot Sniper taking my best shot Aiming it at tha desk job Over the limit the Michellins Spinnin’ I’m kicking it in yo’ face If you wanna know what the hell it is? That venomous poison slang