Locksmith - Rare Form lyrics

The dynamic is gigantic, despite panic I lie in a white hammock and write like I like Xanax Bite of a slight manic Depressing your light's damaged I strike with the left brain despite that I'm right-handed And I fight, damn it, the life of a tribe bandit That lies with the same type of spite that got Christ branded God damn it, what kind of sh** is he on I can tell a buster by the structure of his genome You see I speak on a whole other level I expose the tail and rip the horns from the devil Of course I'm a rebel, sh**, more so than ever My course flow will sever your whole torso whenever I'm the motherf**ing problem feeder And if that n***a's the best then I'm a goblin eater Your aspirations will make you an apparation Your lack of an occupation will have you in laceration You're wack, face it, you're acting?, in fact I'm waitin To strap you inside a strap and then slap you in affirmation p**y n***a don't be tripping with a psycho I'ma have your p**y dripping blood like a cycle And I know I can only get so far Plus I'm from the Bay so I'm stuck below those bars And I know you think we all flow below par But you gotta admit that I'm the sickest n***a so far Oh lord, where the f** did he come from? Please don't stick me in a box with these dum-dums Um… and it's not just fear sh**, there's wack n***as everywhere, not just here And it's not just queers, no problem, rock steady But will Kanye please come out the closet already For God's sakes, it's 2009 If you sorta like guys, just shout it, it's fine There's no doubt in my mind that it was bound to happen any day And I'm just saying what everybody's thinking anyway Anyway, you should laugh about it See I take what I feel then I rap about it I'm like Jackson Pollack, painting acts of violence With an axe that's polished, through a rapper's knowledge And in fact I promised, if I'm strapped for dollars No matter what, I ain't never going back to college f** them, tuck them in the ground, no hesitation I don't need a docile version of education My sedadation is war, my medication is metaphor When I spit n***as often beg for more I'm not a who*e, I understand that less is more Lyrically tested boy, bore your flesh and more Take your frontal lobe, press it in like a dresser drawer This is what you call HipHop in its rarest form