Chorus
Need to have a gimmick if you wanna do a show
When you get the bright lights, bring the hype flow
Someone in the crowd knows how to get a contract
Need to have merch if you tryin to get dough
Been a long time since I had a minute
Now I'm takin my time up in it, making sure I get it
Slap nerds backwards, natural disaster
Ground shaking crust breaking, fracture
Compound, weed & rum going round
Its wall to wall sound this chains is unbound
Some are getting too fresh & see they don't know where their limits are
They get too close I make sure that I chop them with my scimitar
Calm yet dark, subtle but volatile
Can't handle the outside, I stay up in your domicile
Speak in the vernacular funks an appendage
Most times I'm silent cause thoughts are demented
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As we rummage and forage through concrete jungles and forests
They sociology to over power psychologically
Neurology neurologist the anesthesiologist
I said I wanted p**y so they brought a gynecologist
I'm faster than Barry Allen, more will than John Stewart
Knew Parker's identity asked the question who do it
Who knew it PR runnin through it concrete or fluid
Even hawk-man's vision fails when compared to it
Been from Gotham, Metropolis, Themyscira, Apokolips
In Atlantis, ate the best fish sandwich
Coast city, OA, the anti-matter realm
In Keystone City, I wore Fate's helm
These things combined can't describe my mind
Cause I'm crazy sublime an*lytical prime
Not recovered from my past strife now I'm on my last strike
Make it even worse, seeing visions from a past life
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When its all said and done, these sounds move mountains
Out my face spouting lyrics like a fountain
Ma**aging my temples with baselines & tempos
Music is universal elemental
Trees be deciduous some dames be deceiving
Demolish the doldrums cause facts only speaking
Been time traveling learned from the previous
Spoke to dead relatives, I weary of devious
Yo I gotta make money to make my status greater
Ma** produce music to accumulate paper
But it wasn't coming fast enough told I needed badder stuff
Talk about women, d** & how the streets are tough
Got no recognition so I had to conform more
Got a diamond glove & gla**es from a novelty store
Now I'm makin funds all over the globe
& all I had to do was sell off my soul
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