I'm the verbal dynamite behind the mic followed by the winding psych
resigning lights with flying strikes resided by the blinding spikes
designing rhymes with architecture as I start my lectures
pick apart conjectures and rip spinal textures with violent lumbar punctures
flowing critical, with an analytical optical, bringing heat like tropical
hurdling over obstacles with a toxic full of steroid enhanced rocket fuel
attack with pocket dual desert eagles, what they spurt is lethal
hurt the feeble with a evil cerebral on a church steeple in front of the people
a mental deceitful, take Satan, inflate him, hit his face and make his eyes turn Asian
frostbite from rhymes turns him Caucasian, pick up the nation
and smash his face in with evasive action, spit fire with jaw traction
crawl back then or I'll cause detraction of your abdomen like 'saw' extraction
my rhymes cause pump-action distraction, blast like the Big Bang
my flow in my big veins, so much the white blood cells have to dig rain
in order to rig lanes, I got the out of this world rhymes like extraterrestrials
and I'm the professor of textual cause' my my texture is so surreal.