Kopyrite - Director's Chair lyrics

[Intro] Sorry to upset you kids, but most of real hip hop died 10 years ago (2001) I am here to warn you about buying into this sick game that has happened since then [Verse 1] Physicists be b**hin' because I defy the laws of written No parallel, I interrupt other people's missions Lyrical snipe to the head, loud and witnesses still listen Substance flows out, but mine is more efficient Because I ambush from under the ground, I'm off the charts Darts filled with truth serum, I aim for the heart One down, hundreds more to go down the road I'm too complex, one false a**umption and heads will implode I'll send chills down spines colder than Bose-Einstein goes And then explode and refresh minds like Mentos The mythos will never dumb down, it's sentimental I'll never succumb to the above ground, rental-quality mentals Forgotten mementoes defenseless against impenetrable Conventional adrenaline, non-stop, audience toss the benadryl Without the pigment, I'm nothing more than just a figment If it's fair, screw the throne all I need is a chair [Verse 2] Elastic factions, all over the world spread like ASS in Maxim SHOOTS blastin' and BANGS packin' for my actions They want more punchlines, or they take off the LANDING STRIP But I ain't willing to hang up the past on a RACK that quick So the situation's under control, I got it in the bag But the cat got out about my actions, now bodies are pre-tagged Hearing euphemisms hidden in plain sight like Snake Eyes Paradoxical breakin' flow, faster than barracuda's swimmin' Knowledge vast, open, and wide like toothless grinnin' I'm coming up in topics bringin' down documents, mocking useless b**hin' Babysittin' the flukes in the game with unmovable lexicon Directin' the hectic direction of the scene, as I drop paraplectic bombs Iwo Jima-like, scorchin' hot selections on the mic, holding tongs Turned cool like Fonz, but hot enough to steal rings from Lebron Going into negatives, steal from Mount Doom, like troll plagiarists Emcees thristy and hungry for lyrics, I'll cater them in appearance [Verse 3] Fads take the ma**es faster than backflips Imagine this, society went from dust to ashes Whiter than glue "emcees" are just copy and paste Without haste, it's safe to say my noggin has taste And my mouth deeply contemplates, while universes modulate Outside it's loud, men ejaculate and women ovulate Last line ain't no laughing matter, intoxicated vernacular Like my procedure, confusing demeanor to non-readers While demons from 40 seasons come at me like s**m secretion Bleeding effect, I reach them, from unfeasible regions Subliminally breach them, feed them, wisdom to the speechless Take all your weed and e-cigs and bury them, they're meaningless Kids are starvin', I fill them hungrily From the market, meat flavored subtlely Frick Park got stale bones, ain't nothin' to offer Jokingly destroy the pig, there's laughter in the slaughter