Bruce Lee

I'm An illusion of the mind
A Figment of imagination
Delusions, hallucinations
Deception, your vision jaded
You see visions and mirages
A desert with ocean waves
River channels, a couple lakes
The sahara with an oasis
If Mariano Rivera was pitching closin' a game
And you standin' over the plate
Prayin' hopin' to catch break
Well, I'm the ball acceleratin'
Only inches from your face
And you swingin' at molecules
That's O2, you 0 for 8
Cuz you ain't see me comin'
Somethin' like a bitch that turned away
After given head cuz she ain't wanna see ejaculation
That's a vivid illustration
Schoolin' niggas, education
I'm The Answer, The Conundrum
The Question and Explanation
The Dancer and the Cadence
The Lesson with the Professor
The Pencil, the Pen, the Paper
You stencil, you copy trace
I'm the Instrumental, the Bass
The Microphone and the Stage
I'm the Source that you paraphrase
I'm the source of the Gamma rays...
Illumination

Illuminati?
Not hardly, but immune your advances
Cuz They're folly too advanced for this
I'm cancerous, so when I spit it man
I swear You wouldn't wanna answer this
Unless you responded back with battle rap
You bit from Slim Shady
Pause, ponder that
I honor the emcees that preceded me
When I attack with precision
Depicting vivid pictures
I picture too many niggas
They spittin' with no conviction
A mixture of plenty pieces
No variance or distinction
Different titles identical thesis
Too many biters like
you all got identical features
Identical fetus
Too many writers like
Y'all all got identical speeches
This is pitiful, please
Too many similarities
Not enough disparities
Their paragraphs are parodies
Apparently, don't need a pair of eyes to peep the scene
Cuz Stevie would agree
Give me a pair of sixteens
To offer some clarity
And lyrically I'm Bruce Lee
Ain't to many that can fuck with me



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Writer(s): Christopher Dean
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