Verse one: bigg jus

Rugged like rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up

Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating

Sparking m-80's and bottle rockets it's a ^!$$% chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a !@(% debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature

Wide open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the grand dragon
Searching for my style like job-corps

Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like nathan wick starring as cochese

With a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract

When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack

We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do

^!$$%s with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders

Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic

Peace to my crew and my ^!$$% el-p
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee


Verse two: el-p
Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot

Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn

Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, you're God damned right
I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me

The witness to the %#@! you wanna be
Dba lyrical p known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped

In and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical

Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what (*##$ you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle

Breaking your double helix, and now the %#@! is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-p the third gunner on the grassy knoll

Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're !@$)got like sprockets, mother$#&@ the houston rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors

Bet but I'd $#&@ laura ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a highway to heaven
Got manners like bruce banner when he's stressed

I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
Cause I'm a thinker
Evil !@#* letting off stinkers


Bjeight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon

Let rhyme styles get sparked

Epeight stpes to perfection

The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked

Verse three: bigg jus


The holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chin
Hot rocking corduroy, ballys that's so fitted

^!$$%s came and $$#ed out my tracks and left 'em %#@!ted
$#&@ the movement, lubricate the smooth %#@!
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper jeep like cherokee

When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. madman attract lyrics like magnets
They $#&@ up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the juice, then go bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math

To kick any type sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like Tenor Saw
Or trapped in the bedroom with the texas chain saw
Massacre one two three the Taking of Pelham
Eastwick underground new york be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals

If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple