I feel a sudden urge to sing
The kind of ditty that invokes the spring
So control your desire to curse
While I crucify the verse
I crucify the verse
I crucify the verse I crucify the verse
I crucify the verse I crucify the verse
Well it's the top dog,
underdog,
making em see stop dog
They bump they gums but they end up being locked jawed
This world is not yours,
since 07 you sold your jelly beans
To trap lords and whack tours,
but I'm back y'all
To smack up and fracture the actors Who lack the real raw talent
And in fact y'all,
it's like that y'all I got the mic cam,
you never get it back
And even though it's so grimy,
the lights so brilliant and blinding
They try to play us like Buckwheat
and Stymie But they can't crucify me
Cause my style is like a mystery,
history shows Magicianry poses a threat to those
Who make gold,
oppressing the status quo Oodles of old,
oodles of old,
noodles and tofu
It's so true,
my tongue kung fu will punk you And chomp you,
you're punk crew,
you're done
I crucify the verse I crucify the verse
I crucify the verse I crucify the verse
Yo,
this is just stick up,
stick up When I pick up,
pick up microphones
Them rappers get lick up,
lick up Like a plate of hot grits
A stock tip,
these entertainers would pop hit On rockets,
we'll fall back to earth
Like the Nephilim,
I'm chin checking em Seconds I'm decking em,
scolding,
wrexing,
affexing em
Vexing em,
straight disrespecting,
heckling,
jackaling Lex Luthor and them,
disassembling the gremlins
I'm feeling another part of reality
Heavy when I represent the triumph city
I'm sick of bullet slaying rappers singing a slant pager
I'm so deranged in other words yes I bring the danger
I'm not a pagan,
not a bogan A vegetarian who brings the bacon
Home and eat some seeds like steak and make no mistake and
I'm not Ronald Reagan I'm more like Carl Spagan
Than Zachariah Stitch in the Fagan
I'm just a bot they
want to crucify
I know my other brothers
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
your arms are short The bot can guard
I don't kill soloists, only kill squad
I testify!
They wanna survive,
And all the others can't.
You're all short the box regard.
I don't kill,
Slomo Whiz only kills.
If it ain't fame,
If it ain't fame,
If it ain't fame,
What's in they head?