Formula

[mcZu]

Old verse.

Yes… I diastole, ‘cause I’m hard and ideal
If I systole you’ll get an infarction in ya myocardial seal
Oxygen, in aspirin, mixed up with glyceryl times fo’
I’ll put it simple; it’s actually called, nitro
And analgesia are usually in despite, though
So chemically I’m weaponry, but far from January
‘cause I may end this with a dic-tio-nary
Meaning me coming hard and ya’ll flee, far from me
See, even if you try reperfusion;
I’m an ultimate rapper fusion, have patent on my lyrical fluids
A savior, biblical movements moving through this
Physical, sin full, artistic, algorithmic rhymes spin through, it’s
…a cynical, curmudgeon verse on tick, with arsenal in vain like near my fist
So whenever I say bowel movements in power suited
I actually mean I’m the shit.. (so)
I spit on this beat from clipse with a pen clipped… and just eclipse