Originally Posted by
...Celph Taut
My punches crunch the endorphins released after natural pain hits...
Language defined within the slang of the rhymes, hanging in time...
But quiet... dangling mime... yeah, I... strangle em', find a
different method of torture, it's perpetual, my record is slaughter...
They stepped to the father, it was only right that the patriarch...
Jumped from the ignition with what he's pitching, it's made to spark...
Serrated blade, the sharp Ginsu that's cutting the spine...
If there was ever a small box to fit me into
There's nothing to find. Think up something, cause it's up in my mind.
A chance with me is sure death, there's no luck that's designed.
Stuck on the pine, I juggle with swords n' embellish the weak...
The devilish streak presented, laugh relentless, in hell for the week...
You can tell I'm unique. Credible, push the game to intelligent feats...
Stephen Hawkings... yet, I always seem accomplished.
See the conquest and beam before they can leave their star-ships.
Sorting through the Quasars of lyrics to see which scheme's the hardest...
Me, regardless.
They really can't believe an artist...
Possesses both the talent and skill of the challenge to completely balance his field...
Went through the virtual reality test of it, n' now it's f' real.
Buzzing from the moment I'm out the gates - the sound of the drill.
Lying down on the hill... King Arthur, pull the sword from the rock...
What's the formula thought?
The coming storm, taking form when I drop.
Former border patrols making sure their borders are locked...
Cause I'm coming, whether there's a warning OR NOT.
Yeah, I put on my stomping shoes, with the Compton cues...
King Kunta. Diabolical with the follow through.
King's on his throne, your King in question? Is not as true.
They wanna watch me die. Immortal,
the Highlander. Sidewinder missile - each line ganders
across the Holy Land so much you can find Flanders, inside
so mind my manners. Or take a peak at this fine grammar...
Don't think I stammer...
But I trip wit' with the words.... stricken, flipping these nerds
with such meticulous push, I shut down the neurological passage way
with everything that I have to say.
Cassius Clay. Cashing in on this mass display of reaction, prey
on these cats fillet, like fish in the sea.
Listen to me kicking this key over the scene, soldier.
Mean, like an obscene poster of Scream, toaster machine - I pop, once your team shows up.
Not fake for the cameras, soon as the green goes up (Green screen/money)
That's a scheme? Hold up.
I'm wired, so pass those Folgers beans over. (pass em'!)
Nobody's gassing me. I've already passed the scene.
And that's why I'm rapping like this.
Murder Capitol niche, I attack once the aerial pathogen hits.
Freeze it in a hyperbolic time chamber,
pull it out n' then CRACK IT TO BITS.
SHIT on rappers, no miss... flatulence lifts
their carcass like a mass in this bitch... where the pastor persists...
But shit... nothing catholic, it's ... just me doing a free flow.
I go back and then reload... about 50, before you can squeeze fo' (four)
We need more. X the Box out...
why get em' a WII' for?
Tired... it's 3 in the morning, I'm down for the keystyle.
Seriously though, I really need to sleep now.
To everyone else that's on this page, I'm a peace out.