[Intro: Bill Clinton Addressing the General Public] [Verse 1: Paradox Flow] It's been three weeks since I picked up the mic And it's all these free beats which cause me to fight, coarse of the right sh**s tighter then Rabid viewed biters, dome in the night b**hes money weed, ain't the way to succeed But snitches start to bleed when they talk to the P Bi-gons be higher then flyer supplier the dier You the main stage crier back stunt buyer A trier, a corner room black broom lair [Chorus] This that paradoxical flow The stimulant with the blow You know it so [Verse 2] I never have antagonized, ghetto Guys bring platinum nines Evangelize to maximize, or vandalize, to paint the sky's Stopped for a second resumed and brought it back for more Undeniably forewarn, withdrawn eccentrically torn Yes I'm eccentrically dangerous, better slow your role f** the flowers b**h you're getting a two by four If I spend one more night watching the stars fade to grey I'll take my magnum 44 and dream the day away Looking in the sky to see if d**h agreed Searching round this house to see what this presence means No one can hear the trifle sound against all the screams d**h never came cloaked in slick protective sheets Varieties enemies and seven sheep Separately placed Machiavelli loves his guarantees Legality a**imilates throughout the savage seas Titans of prospect now induce the iron beast That's why the Wall Street writers The front seat drivers The poor street diers, need to finally meet Blowing kisses on the secret mission Directly addressing to the people submissive nutrition I have psychopathic tendencies when I'm telling rhymes But instinctively lie straight into detectives eyes Never showed the signs forcibly connected the lines I'm internally blind It helped me strive, the devil derives From the ground not the sky He's in needle of ice, projected at heights, giving advice But he denied the white enshrined Refining mic, a lively guide of guys [Ronald Reagan Speaks] [Chorus] This that paradoxical flow The stimulant with the blow Never tried blow flow You know it so [Verse 3] I'm abusing my words like I'm your dog when fed Not the bible on your table but the book of the dead Entire pages laminated satanic with blood red Placed it down for curb stomping and took a furious step Sexual transmission's not game I'll play I've never checked yes on extended HIV surveys Don't Point the finger at me cause I'm not the one to blame Don't laugh at a lifestyle, not ashamed [Chorus/Outro Verse] This that paradoxical flow The stimulant with the blow Never tried blow flow You know it so I'll have to do it twice Like shooting dice for crucial life's Like human fights for rights Stopped with 50 stripes