I represent intellectual poetry
With guys on a floor of mathematical symmetry
The rhyme is black with facts and weird tracks
I cook it up Steve, cause Moose is on a warpath
I bring my own plan, I pump, take it to the top
Zapping all MCs, got me stealing from the lot
My evil style rhymes to raise up your fantasy
My soul is growing,
if you see the mic proximity Watch your back,
I'm on my lyrical onslaught
To show the world that I've been never getting caught
I drop the beats,
we're back up on the tank Stormbringer point blank,
get up for the crowd
One two, one two son, come on
I bring the hip hop consciousness Into
the methods of this mainstream frizziness
Divine scripture,
unleash wrecking shackles of ignorance
Challenging the limits of an MC's inner tolerance
Unroll the rap scroll, prophesize Stormbringer
Legendary,
Robo Crusader,
righteous manufacturer Loyal,
devoted,
apostle,
pledging the covenant For this hip hop culture
I'm about to drop mad vocab,
making hits with ya Going all out,
as our bus rhymes,
combustion with ammo Modern niggas tap out,
taking my place amongst the fathers of fame Yeah we about to rumble,
leave in your home
You think it's easy,
but give me,
ain't nobody close enough to beat him You're quick to judge,
without thinking,
you put me down You got no information,
first you live my life,
initiate conversation
My conscience,
give me a check,
I'm self-righteous Clear the set,
so what the heck,
I play it cool
But you do what you shouldn't do,
now I'm told You're thinking of me,
cause I seen you,
uh
Yeah,
clear my path while my brains subtract
Walk in motion and I'm fully intact
Diabolical hip hop fluid makes us like a chemical
In my bloodstream,
and I'm doing it for the cream
But in between the dream runs fast
I grasp my full bionic brain supreme
Determined to stay on, to bring on the ruckus
Statement, Buddha act is the toughest
Keep sliding and riding to the beat,
they keep on vibing
The tides and the mic,
they keep the crowds,
don't mesmerize it
Temperature's rising,
my psyche,
quick to calm it Is the rhyming you Oasians recognize,
my station
Under pressure, aggressor, who can you beat?
Got no other mood,
but the booty tamer who be down for whatever
Aroused by the way you shake your hips,
and lick your lips Still sweat drips,
you got me working on a fix
Intellectual poetry
So we're trash
Take it to the top
Raise up your fantasy