[00:01.35](feat. Matrix & A-Butta)[00:01.83][Matrix & A-Butta talking][00:02.55]Yeah, let me destroy the mic device[00:05.88](Natural Elements)[00:06.51]Make my (uhh) electrical connection[00:08.73](mic device gets destroyed, mic device gets destroyed[00:15.54]Let me destroy the mic device)[00:16.71][Matrix][00:19.11]Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out[00:22.26]Of it[00:22.65]Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance[00:25.08]But instead I challenge, by pourin' advance skills by the gallons[00:27.96]I am, no one has a chance a-gainst this a-mazing[00:30.87]A-L-L action, also instead of babbling like gossiping *****es[00:34.47]Swallowing final wishes[00:35.67]Then hard-rock dreams, of crack cream from fiends[00:38.01]I verbally break-up emcees like disfunctional families[00:40.68]So get with this different mix, like seeds from interractial[00:43.23]Relationships[00:43.98]I draw crowds, at the same time, I erase kids[00:46.26]I discriminate like a racist a-gainst these basic[00:48.69]Lyricists that are cleaning out my wax, clogging my ears up with[00:51.39]Tasteless tunes, flavorless buffoons, that are talkative[00:54.42]Skills far from walkative, when it comes to battlin'[00:56.67]I don't give a **** like a virgin practicin' sexual abstinence[00:59.58]Cuz in my eyes, your presence makes no appearance like absent[01:02.40]Students[01:02.91]Who went to join the uneducational rookies playin' hooky[01:06.00]With those perpetratin' ****** going bananas, influenced by cannabis[01:09.33]Your far from notorious, far from victorious, far from glamorous[01:12.27]Far from glorious, ****** waste time[01:14.10]Tellin fictious stories of what they pack on they waist-line[01:16.65]While I occupy minds, but leaving these rappers one up like hand-me-[01:19.92]Downs[01:20.19]I slam these clowns, permanently, and leave competition on the hush[01:23.34]Like a suburban library[01:24.87]I'm a perfect candidate, nominatin' for dominatin' these toy thugs[01:28.23]Packin' a ?fort? gun, and a clip full of fakes shootin' full of ****[01:31.44]Bullets[01:31.71][Chorus][01:32.25]Sometimes I wish I could stop the world from spinning and step out[01:35.22]Of it[01:35.70]Kick it off it's axis and stagger these rappers off balance[01:38.07]But instead I challenge, by pourin' advance skills by the gallons[01:51.54]Keep pourin', keep, keep pourin'[01:52.86][x2][01:52.95][A-Butta][01:53.25]Yo, I pray to God for all my enemies[01:55.32]I squeeze my vocal chords until my voice box lets out hypnotic[01:58.11]Melodies[01:58.65]And keep my eyes chinky like Vietnamese inhalin' trees[02:01.20]Believe in faith and wisdom, and stay away from Satanism[02:04.02]I abuse those who choose to use forms of plagiarism[02:06.57]Worship me like Paganism, don't decieve my brain with izm[02:09.18]A & Matrix got in on lock, so count your days in prison[02:11.91]I don't care what ****** say, this ***** A will live the day[02:14.28]The simple way, true lyrics, no need to let the trigger spray[02:16.86]Retaliate and strike back as like I was a ricochet[02:19.47]Matter of fact I just let my lyrics say who's A-Butta[02:22.02]While others try to figure ways to discover[02:24.03]How true brothas master facts[02:25.71]And how many heads my rap attracts[02:27.42]Counter-attack the raps like cataracts with eyesight[02:29.85]Get in the Zone deeper than Twilight when I grab the mic tight[02:32.52]What I write tonight will bring hip-hop back to it's origins[02:35.49]While mortal men, stay delicate like porcelain[02:37.74]Lyrics get sicker than the mind of Dr. Kevorkian[02:40.29]My thoughts are blendin' in, like camouflage war terrain[02:42.99]I torture your brain, scorchin' flames when I call ya name[02:45.60]Hip-hop is sure to change, and when it does I'm sure my name[02:48.21]Will probably run through your vein, I shine like polyurethane[02:50.76]What's contained inside my brain, I constantly put crews to shame[02:53.52]Then you wonder who's to blame, when you the main reason[02:56.13]That I hear ?jums? speakin', leave ya eardrums bleedin'[02:58.80]When I hear drum's beatin', the surface of my cerebrum[03:01.35]Penetrates like a parasite sounds to shatter lites (satelites)[03:04.14](All day, all night) Lyrical syllables I sacrifice[03:06.90]On this mic device I get slicker than Andrew Dice[03:09.03]And switch ya style like hermaphrodites, from models to dykes[03:11.76]Why do rappers say they rappers when they all rap alike?[03:14.19]To me that's nonsense, that's why I drops sense when I grab the mic[03:17.16]And go through those rhymes like po-nine through traffic lights[03:19.50]My rap ignites insight which will paralyze spines[03:22.17]Tranquilize lines, lyricism gratifies mines[03:24.66]Some ****** laugh at my rhymes, but half of the time they ignorant[03:27.75]Insignificant fake hip-hop hipocrites, illiterate[03:30.54]Exquisite lyrics get deep to the touch[03:32.49]Get that crust out of your eyes, you been sleepin' too much[03:35.10]You killed my people enough, in this forbidden industry[03:37.83]Which to me is the epitome of what we call wickedry[03:40.65]And misery, me, myself & I blessin' trinity[03:43.26]Test me lyrically and end up, critically wounded[03:45.66]Bless tunes with scriptures that were written in cuneiform[03:48.12]My flow is legendary similar to myths of unicorn[03:50.82]Po-nine is really swine disguised in uniform[03:53.43]You been born into a world with no axis, A & Matrix with no practice,[03:57.63]Our flow tactics will put rappers below average[04:00.00]While I stay above the curve[04:01.26]Showdowns with pronouns, plus I make love to verbs