Camu Tao - Combustion Spontaneous lyrics

[Scratching] "Every technique can be used in a great many ways" [Verse One: Copywrite] Tao and Tage got my back like it's hereditary Syntax not necessarily news call us the Columbus Dispatch [Tage Pronto] First and foremost, I persist with poems Pressed to personify, push [?] I'm sharper than an antique piano Cause my mixtures making 'em eat jambalaya Serve a dish of the appetizer For some presume a lot is dope Once I provide the rhyme kaleidoscope Your hopes snatch a scope when we collide Stand aside You'll pray for spotlights still standing in While this MC's acronym is mainstream contaminate A thousand words of mine equate To an entire photo album Vegetables I'm arousing Housing Intellect that circulates like the Internet Step and you'll play yourself like Solitaire I know it's not fair I'm rare like a fat crack head Even my accapella mental pieces bombs into the back blend Amplified by what the wack said Black heads with [?] double meanings and metaphors And still manage to make sense/cents like an investor Infect ya I'll part your lines like the clever Tetris challenger Averages settle for lesser While my antidote demotes the kiss of d**h through the lively peck Wouldn't scrutinize when caught wreck Wreck [Verse Two: Copywrite] Suppose you did pose a threat when you're supposed to be illing With no cause in my past, go through my drawers like nosey children Sorry chief they lied when they said your verbal bolos hurt f** my camp I alone got more stripes than my Polo shirts Making wack tracks, no excuses Look at them regurgitaters faking jax like Nicholson impersonators Perpetrators, let's battle See how hot it gets? Wack rappers is straight it dumb n***as I got a problem with I know what you expect to hear You never dropped science in your life except in your freshman year I've been rhyming way before Dr. Dre had a Dogg And even back before The Source became a fashion catalog Back when I could count my pubic hairs on one hand And even prostitutes can't f** with the man [Scratches] "But mastering it that's what really counts" [Verse Three: Camu Tao] In the beginning I was the apex of aviation Navigating in states of riddles to make the fake widow [?] And he will commence [?] situation This MC's density is beyond the common mystery Etching your resistance sketch a rhyme try to stretch infinity The English embittered me With the remedy to [?] split your symmetry And 1/4th off in the next rhymes where they add another notch I rock from here to the Garden of Eden From the lines of scrimmage my [?] tackles Swallowing useless rhymes won't make it past the Adam's Apple Too ill, so I Rearrange my trade to medicine Kid they falling off so much you should change your name to Jetison The better than average lettering veteran To fulfill the wack destiny The explainable, unattainable brain wave trajectory That seeps and it squeaks in the mind of the weak Peeps I freak discreetly Yo what if I Proceed to puncture with my punctuation? After the [?] I get a sick sensation of Carving the names of my victims In my skin then, pick the scabs and laugh When the crabs and maggots lick 'em [Verse Four: Copywrite] Well respected A gargantuous part of it is my modesty No argument, my target is hard to hit like the lottery It's anesthesia Kid I'm so deep you can't name all of me Travelling to depth won't reveal to you What's been revealed to me It was a plan given back when I was still a seed Catch us pissing in the mainstream Synchronize entire blocks You stayed off beat for so long I mistook you for a retired cop Mr. [?] idiosyncrasies immune to writer's block Took the time to tie the tongues of juggernauts in knots The weight you're gonna flop will make kamikaze pilots wanna stop Dark skin dimes universally Follow the mystique and cling to me Wanna sing to me I don't stop 'em Chronologically I bob and weave without MC's getting even Spitting venom You lose faster So if you were a slave to the rhythm, now you got a new master One style's ill, damaging crumbs, who's past ya I let you put me as far back as the letter 'C' And somehow still manage to come before 'U' like the letter 'T' I'm there before you change to give pounds and advice The sixteen ounces of rhymes You recite don't suffice You want more advice? Get off my metaphorical vice It's capacity 16 tons But once I hold the mic... Those 16 tons are maxed out Since I'm flier, it's only natural that you pa** out [Tage Pronto] My lines divine n***as mase/dixon dictation Tage hit 'em Ready to brawl, I've always kept it raw like an AIDS victim Feeding off your inability To fathom this artillery explaining in an inexplicable pattern Play the part of pennies and rubber bands up in your vacuum Schooling valedictorians in home cla** rooms I be the [?] jugular hack Sack and saddle and starving to consume the moon My complex got dyslexics misspelling 'noon' Bringing the horror king to June