being subjective to governmental corrective makes me objective
my protected perspectives are shielded with respected collectives
killing MC's with M16's easily blowing off the limbs of six teens
fixed beams shining through my thoughts and mixed dreams
flowing easily as they start teasing me for pleasing thee
releasing my mind and ceasing pleas as I start piercing spree's
and then, with my stick of dynamite, you'll die tonight, it's fight or flight
despite this night your sight will sight a cited write
and with that information, the sure momentum will skin your nation
into thin rations, your frustration will develop into starvation,
So I'm practicing being a tactician, the musical magician making decisions
faster then transmissions to position lyrics with precision
consider the bitter splinter underneath the skin of winter
to freeze the footsteps that my hood steps, so consider me a sprinter
as the frozen gust freezes and makes the microphone rust,
the zone thrusts rhythm into the earths crust.
I'll be honest lack of lyricism bothers me
I'll father thee and teach you how to really rhyme like me
if you think it's time to flee then go ahead and run away
I'm inclined to lead or make few bleed or even fuckin' shun your ways.
I'm MC Anonymous speaking in Ebonics and harmonics
synonymous to ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic phonics
this caloric rhyme scheme burns the paper that it is written on
couldn't touch this lyrical fire even with mittens on
spittin' toxic themite that violently burns mics
if you say I have nothing left in me then I'll just turn right
easily droppin' napalm bombs on instrumentals
coroners rush to see the murdered rhythm elemental
reports show, ''vicious death due to an insane lethal flow
leaving fire around rhythm as it radiates with an equal glow
explosions from verbal bombs, connecting lines with links
writing rhymes with ink, spittin faster then time and blinks
disguised as a vocal assassin as my thoughts clashes
brought knives to slice gashes, spit flames and leave ashes
gun fights bring dark nights, be warned my bark bites
vocals scary like shark sights, spittin' fire when the spark lights
I'll be honest lack of lyricism bothers me
I'll father thee and teach you how to really rhyme like me
if you think it's time to flee then go ahead and run away
I'm inclined to lead or make few bleed or even fuckin' shun your ways.