Matthew Lovett - No Hate lyrics

[Intro: Barack Obama] No hacker should be able to shut down our networks, steal our trade secrets, or invade the privacy of American families [Verse 1: Matthew Lovett] First comes Adams, then Mirua Anjin You ought to take away the mic before I go off like on tangent Off like a blast from the artillery cannon Off like the light's inside a vampire's mansion My poetry's explosive and might go off at random Call the bomb squad to defuse my scansion Got a Rival Poet though I'm of worthier pen A Bonita Berryman who can thrust-and-parry them I'm dropping more bombs than a comedian's set You're pris entre my lyrically dense baguettes, Eloquence in poetry that ridicules all your babbles I ain't over easy, I turn these eggs scrambled I'm an Ursa Major with a minor in Alioth Star-circle beatnik not square like washcloth My black coffee brought in Libra cups, paid in star-bucks Even Harry Houdini couldn't keep me in these handcuffs Be in the know who's gonna knock down Jericho I did the math on my Casio with my elbows So watch your back, don't make a wrong turn I'm twice as Sanders, giving out third degree burns When I churn the chaotic ma** with my mic Droppin Onogoro on the track, downright The tightest rapper burning up in fahrenheit Moves tectonic plates giving the Richter scale spikes