Ba**mint Productions - Style-O-Maniac lyrics

[Verse 1: Chaos Kid] Circumstances And hazard advances I dwell with the Mr. Mathers Come, fish you boy giving that sap of cypress out, take a ride with pride I got it to hara** a bully Surrounded by [?][scuity?] I look to the inner self, found the shelf Toughened it, wasn't it? Just relax, it's practice Selected the math to correct, I'm perfecting Entered with the prep for understanding, I pen my programmers Turned around, fought But I was caught and sending the [pa**word?] fat, we trapped We bending the rap words, we're sacked and sent and concentrated on culture Around the future, and [this brochure?] But what was that? I can not, continued on Building, fulfilling my deepest need Meeting, greeting, go in and see The people who speak the truth shall find it Inside the rhyme, that's time [DJ bu*tafingaz Scratching] [Verse 2: Chaos Kid] Check again, penning now Now we're done, and my [?] goes by Y'all looking [?] [?] pesterin' and slice your life Can you catch it? Go and fetch it Put [?] and - smooth - stop! This style elevates my ego You can't reach me! Drop There's nothing to teach me That two-[piza**?] I blew past her gas Revigorant, for instants Your system [isn't?] this Mind collapsing, a profession I'm professor and you're a student You can't do it, move it You ruined 'em when I do in this Chaos You're not the Kid, you're not the one You're not [my?] son, you looked in the mirror and burnt your face I'm sick of them, and I am giving you the guillotine That's my style when I rhyme Yo Manix, ba** [Manix amplifies the beat] [Verse 3: Chaos Kid] A purified example A sample amplified Access [?] environment or not Shiny up a buzz The [?] must stop burglars And others, that come Some biters with desires To overthrow my kingdom That kingdom comes with questions Answers? None, somewhat bum But get done, by my tongue Am I through? You are [?] I just begun - Check it out! Same old, same old, I'll throw out my [?] if my mouth survive To shout out a unique style I'm giving ya a little bit of my ver-si-tali-ty My perso-nali-ty jumps out and Look at your [toes?] Those are wet [Toughest?] bet we'll [?] your scab Running in fear, this polar bear will Eat your head for breakfast I collect your [?] for toothpicks You drop you gon' break your jaw I swear, numb by rhyming style [DJ bu*tafingaz Scratching] [Verse 4: Chaos Kid] You can't seem to grisp this concept Have normal format structures But you heard of mine "crumble puncture"? Explicit my thoughts, better test it Go back rewind it, find it an*lyze it, size it up Couldn't find it, mesmerized That hypnotized to [pastas?] rough Get your unconscious stress, perplex at what I've said, where's my head And this [?], open this bag, take who can Begin to comprehend what I said [?], I take my pen, and once again continue On, strong, my son It's the music of blind Your eyes are [go indoors?] If you hear it, you got sight Blurt this rap [?] Intellectual indulgence Focus on format, where they at? None [?] will tell One, I stand, but [hang you by bare hands?] Understand, to a-be confused Is common, and a world that [?] You're a [?] Where our reflection strike ends The spotlight that captured the mistery Behind my rhyming style [DJ bu*tafingaz Scratching] [Outro[?]: Chaos Kid] They gonna break down! [I'll?] think they get mad at [?], man