Mr. Complex - I'm Rhymin lyrics

I got so many rhymes If I try to kick them all the the mic will go heavy To the point where I can't lift it See I don't get lifted I'm a gifted Individual I got raps for your whole fam Like snacks And they're wrapped Individual Look at me I'm all that in audio and visual Clean your ears Beside your head Then you can visual …ize Why do you keep telling me those lies? [ ] your disguise Cause I'm on the mic and realize A black cat So don't you cross the path You should cross your eyes Cause once I cross my T's And then I dot my I's You know It gets written In battles and ballots I'm always getting written-in To be a number one candidate The beat's got a Big bottom I wonder can I date? Cause it would be a night to remember Like rimmin and kissin Remmin and niscin' And dissin; yeah I remember But how soon you forget I;m a faze ya A few seconds to get from in front of One, two, three, four, now git I rhyme with the same word Say word And if you haven't heard Well then you'll have to ask your herb I'm rhymin the same word The same verb And if you haven't heard Well then you'll have to ask your herb I get funky fresh She kneed me, in the nuts Now for once in my life I have someone that needs me No longer the problem I rise Yo dig it jive turkey I am a fiend of the hip hop Before the wack I go cold turkey You heat me up like that sandwich You put me to sleep like the sandman that's been cursed By the sand witch From the sands of Sahara I'm [part rock?] and I'm captain crunchin' crews phones And I'm beamin up Sahara So warp speed, Sulu Don't you know that I'm a solo… Ist You might miss Because I'm so low I'm so deep Even if you bring on a fleet of klingons You're not so deep To realize I can't swim When… I'm on the mic I'm out for the win When… I rhyme with the same word Say word And if you haven't heard We'll then you'll have to ask your herb I'm rhymin the same word Say word And if you haven't heard We'll then you'll have to ask your herb My name is complex I'm very complex I have a complex Plus I'm comp: don't flex See I want to take this hip hop like way out Way out I got the wack looking for the way out Put you out of sight Out of mind The out-of-line Be comin' up blind The time is mine Now to [ ] your mind Don't start jerk Because the artwork is fine How you doing? Fine! Listen, this is fine You bite the line you pay the fine You basic black I reside In Southside, Jamaica, Queens Which means I'm a fat jam-maker So don't mistake and take the Mr For granted Because I write the rhymes right Because rights I was granted Like wishes But her number one fantasy Is to see me become a star So she can become my number one Fan-to-see I don't get grands to see Me On the b**b tube But I recall flippin' the bottles through the [?]