Exhibit X
I'm Bishop from the X-Men
Riding in a Tesla X
Middle finger at Exxon
Treat them like excrement
Wisdom is always under examination
My example is exempt from exaggeration
Every movement expected to be exact
And much deeper than the meaning you extract
From it, this is a lyrical exhibition
Where the spirit in my words gets released like an exorcism
Experience the existential with an extra-sized
Lexicon, excellence is what I exercise
I'm on point like an exclamation
You come with excuses
I come with an explanation
Of my extraordinary expressions
Making rich dialogue
Every word is expensive
Don't let it go to your head like an Excedrin
When I expire
My breath of life will be extended
As I exhale, you can't cross my eyes
No x's in them, 'cause I'm still alive
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
The world, but I will still exist
I'm in this life long
At least to an extent
My life is an ongoing exam
Each time I pass
My soul body expands
Like an explosive
Fruitful when I multiply like exponents
Forbidden knowledge deserves exposure
Free slaves are the equivalent to ex-convicts
And that's why freedom seems to be exotic
Like triple X sex with a moaner
I got X-Ray vision, I only see her when I bone her
My dick is Excalibur
Hard to pull out
Put so many kids in her mouth, it's like a full house
I judge a book by its excerpts
You judge by the exterior so that makes me the expert
Jay Electronica gave you Exhibit C
Here's Exhibit X and it's exemplary
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Riding in a Tesla X
Middle finger at Exxon
Treat them like excrement
Wisdom is always under examination
My example is exempt from exaggeration
Every movement expected to be exact
And much deeper than the meaning you extract
From it, this is a lyrical exhibition
Where the spirit in my words gets released like an exorcism
Experience the existential with an extra-sized
Lexicon, excellence is what I exercise
I'm on point like an exclamation
You come with excuses
I come with an explanation
Of my extraordinary expressions
Making rich dialogue
Every word is expensive
Don't let it go to your head like an Excedrin
When I expire
My breath of life will be extended
As I exhale, you can't cross my eyes
No x's in them, 'cause I'm still alive
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
The world, but I will still exist
I'm in this life long
At least to an extent
My life is an ongoing exam
Each time I pass
My soul body expands
Like an explosive
Fruitful when I multiply like exponents
Forbidden knowledge deserves exposure
Free slaves are the equivalent to ex-convicts
And that's why freedom seems to be exotic
Like triple X sex with a moaner
I got X-Ray vision, I only see her when I bone her
My dick is Excalibur
Hard to pull out
Put so many kids in her mouth, it's like a full house
I judge a book by its excerpts
You judge by the exterior so that makes me the expert
Jay Electronica gave you Exhibit C
Here's Exhibit X and it's exemplary
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Signature flow, the beat is where the X is
But this is not a song for the exes
Life is like a box, some hate it so they check it
For me, it's all love til the day that I exit
Credits
Writer(s): John Nicholson
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