A Monster Is Born

The Line between us where Genius goes mad
Monsters are born in the Evil Note Lab
Jacob's Ladder, Lightning Storm
Spark the grey matter, A Monster is Born

Foul Mouth Jerk, Evil Note Lab
B-Boy broke ass, need that cold cash
Dude is sick, ludicrous how I move a bitch
Old E cap on my neck like a crucifix
Bodies numerous with slang a pugilist
Langston Hughes with this gangster foolishness
Bronson on the drums, only bang with lunatics
Anger the Gods with these acts of hubris
In tones of Larry Davis I spoke the Aramaeic
Jesse Custer, any other, wouldn't care to say it
Just glad to be here son I barely made it
Frankenstein going hammer time, back to basics
My peeps don't sleep in the funk department
Beats at arms-reach, glove compartment
Like a thug in the streets that loves to start shit
Cats all blast off like a turn clubs to starships

The Line between us where Genius goes mad
Monsters are born in the Evil Note Lab
Jacob's Ladder, Lightning Storm
Spark the grey matter, A Monster is Born

Mic talker, never spit w/ a clear head
Night Stalker, on my Richard Ramirez
The navel gazing, paper chasing
Even my reflection ain't the same thing
No subs? no love, that's a non-starter
Terminal velocity, couldn't drop harder
Ain't seen this bass since Tribe & Ron Carter
Machine gun funk this bitch, Ma Barker
Married to the game, ain't nothing Common Law
Brass knuckle wedding rings, rock ya jaw
This is Bombs over Baghdad, Shock & Awe
Suckas poppin off? Nah, not for long
Evil Note Lab, straight Rock til dawn
If we didn't for a minute than the cops were called
Dr. Ock drop the horns
Jerk's in the Lab & A Monster's Born



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Capra
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