Yes

My vernacular is spectacular,
Fully liable to bite her neck, black Dracula
Now you live forever as my bride
As the mind's eye, solar flare and Rapture coincide
I am hotter than the sun, kissing on another sun,
Wrapped in flame thrower blankets, drinking molten lava son
So bear it all in mind, when it's buy the album time,
And anticipate my next line

And, and, and, there is not a solitary track I can't devour,
Making competition cower, faces sour and they scour,
Every half an hour, as I blatantly hit you with power,
That I shower, from my pen game dodging arrows from ya tower

So when the beat drops I pick it up and proceed to slang grammar
With something you can feel. Man I live this thing for real,
So anywhere in-between 50 hertz and 50 kilohertz I'm ill

It feels good? (YES) Like it should? (YES)
On site? (YES) It take flight? (YES)
All night? (YES) Ya damn right!

It feels good? (YES) Like it should? (YES)
On site? (YES) It take flight? (YES)
All night? (YES) Ya damn right!

Why is NASA after me?
Because I broker deals on the moon slanging Helium 3
And that greed of money gets you missing real quick "G"
See it was never due to bullets your riddled with envy

When I speak my truth I want to touch you,
But all the idiots rap about is simply wanting to touch you
I'm quiet in the cut,
I've never been the type to run around with-a-circle-of-male sluts

And, and, and, there is not a solitary track I can't defeat,
As I consume fire than expel heat up on the beats,
That I eat, never sleep, and in hindsight see I'll never peak-
Or take a seat, in the measures or the stanzas that I greet

You dinosaur, my approach carnivore the bar's lower than before
Need me in your life like Atheists need Jesus

It feels good? (YES) Like it should? (YES)
On site? (YES) It take flight? (YES)
All night? (YES) Ya damn right!

It feels good? (YES) Like it should? (YES)
On site? (YES) It take flight? (YES)
All night? (YES) Ya damn right!

It's been a hundred moons since I slayed the original
With-spare-parts-in plastic, drastic, classic, bait-and-switch;

So if you ever hear-me-talking-about Bricks
I'm talking-about-building,
Foundations and skyscrapers to feed children

What's my attitude towards society?
I'm like a casserole full of rat poison; Don't try me
There is not a solitary track I can't smash,
Reach into my verbal stash like cash on that,
Shattering the glass, than digesting all the future's past,
So the future couldn't last, narrowly escaping bomb blasts

Far from new to this
Homie I've been lyrical since Altered Beast dropped on Genesis
Floating in the stratus,
Question anything in this world except my mother fk*n MC status



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Matthews
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