I M a G E Who He Be

I M A G E
Excatly who he be
The image of perfection
No better yet destruction
On the microphone
Spontaneously come bustin
Doing what he doin
Cause to him this shit aint nothing
I M A G E
Excatly who he be
The image of perfection
No better yet destruction
On the microphone
Spontaneously come bustin
Doing what he doin
Cause to him this shit aint nothing

I'm the image
And I can bring back the thought
That'll have your entire
Fuckin mind frame
Broken and lost
You pay my cost
You understand my price
But then my life is nice
I do what I do and
I'm at your wedding
Throwing grenades and rice
Into the crowd
I bring it down
But I surround
Your entire town
Untill my sound
Rips they soul from they mouth
And heartless a sparkless darkness
That will come across
In a fashion
That leaves your heart
With a skipping
Beat pace
Fucked up I meat face, butt
I leave the case
And I trace the chalk outline
You can't surround mine
I am profound I
Have the type of sound
That makes my violence
Surround through your fucking city
And I'm cynical
An individual that gets gritty
But there's no-one else
In the world you'll ever hear
Thats as sick as me
And this is guaranteed to just be

I M A G E
Excatly what he be
The image of perfection
No better yet destruction
On the microphone
Spontaneously come bustin
Doing what he doin
Cause to him it isn't nothing
I M A G E
Excatly who he be
The image of perfection
No better yet destruction
On the microphone
Spontaneously come bustin
Doing what he doin
Cause to him this shit aint nothing

Yeah you know my name
You know my game
You know grind
You know my ryme
You know my time
You know that I am
Utterly divine
And I will define you mind
And I will divide the line
As I rewind time
With a tight slide grind
I have a jack knife that I pack I
Keep a mic in my back pocket as well
But I realize I've descended
From a land beyond hell
And I will dwell within a cell
No one ever found the key to
But still I need you
To understand I eat through the bricks
I tear them with my fucking bare fists
I'm not a terrorist
But no one else's as rare as this
And I can come with the type of spit
That'll have your government in a
DEFCON 4
What they con for
But they've got more types of lies
Than I've ever seen
And my eyes
Have traveled through time
And I've realized everything from
Moses's parting of the sea
To the darkening
Of the skys on day world war 3
Begins
With a violent nuclear explosion
I load a potion to the passion
For the people that posted
Upon the blocks to sell there rocks
And slang there twats
But I don't really give a fuck
Because I do it
Weather you like it or not
I'm the sickest that you ever heard
And I'm quite disturbed
And yes my words
Are just a bunch of concepts
Nouns and adverbs
Double entendres
I'm a monster