[Scratch Chorus]
"Greater than your Benz or your Lex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'


[Verse One]
Deep in the depths of the mind
The pro is prime, trapped like a mime

In the same space and time, lifeless
Vocals excel when trifers
Centerfold of your ciphers

My aura shines divine, priceless
Much to complex to yap
Maybe perhaps when I think of rap

My thinkin' cap (what?)
Reveals the skills unlimited
Rappers be half as great

Mentally they can't elaborate
So they exaggerate and fabricate
My words collaborate, formulatin' a sentence

It's all ill when the blunted mind defense this
Intense mechanism
Respect next to wisdom

Makes the god's mental
Inflammable grammable feel gentile
Reignin' dominate

We be the essential
I sense y'all don't know the art
Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart

It's like sweet sorrow
Bottles I follow catch wreck
Engine's to my comprehension be just too complex

To get vex and just step
I'd rather snatch a rapper's rep
Ruin it to a degree

Breakin' them into debris
Vocally, y'all label me as the illest mic killa
Top biller

Still in the grind, the mind driller
Sublime thriller
Poetically is how I'm depicted

The rhythm's got me addicted so my ill skill inflicts it
On any device
Nice

Similar, the verbal Christ
Enormous, my performance equally will be precise
We puttin' rappers on ice

The ultimate heist
Most of 'em should have thought twice now they're payin' the price
I knock 'em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect

The engine's to my comprehension is just too complex

[Scratch Chorus]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'
Much too complex

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex"


[Verse Two]
To M.C. the art of rhymin' should be pure and natural
When I think of all these ill skills, international

You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet
^!$$%s is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments
Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal

Borderline, subliminal
One of the earth's finest minerals
I'm past the pinnacle

And still I hold my fort like a general
Intervals, all excerpt the maximum
Release the minimal energy

@@#! me back
Hennesy's sure to blur the memory
Remember me, that ill ^!$$%?

I still trigger
Thoughts sporadic set to peel ^!$$%s
Standards

Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge
I recite slurs with the right words
What occurs when I conjure
Illest spirits from beyond ya
You was warned like Alaja

The drama ganja drains away
Plain as day
When my mind's A.K. spray in the A.K.A.
Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin
Fry

Mass murderous
The illest ^!$$%s we devour from out the dark
So kill the talk
Either that or walk the walk
You claim you had your %#@! together now it's fallin' apart

Lyin' lion, no heart
Who woulda thought you'd be wack?
We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin' it back
I only boogie from a track when mad ^!$$%s react
We specify the artifacts and represent 'em on wax

It' complex

[Scratch Chorus]
"Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'
Much too complex

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex"

[Verse Three]
Let's take a deep breath and inhale and exhale
For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed

$#&@ the fan %#@!, it's about to hit the windmills
What I reveal, not omni still it's strictly been real
Y'all know the deal, skills
Steelos, alter egos
Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought
Vocals distort, shorts the sequels
Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil

The crowds will come
Like throwin' crumbs to the seagulls
Too predictable
Old folks pray in cathedrals
Tryin' to live that better life legal
Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things
I'm wanted

Plus everything is real when you're blunted
These days the trees blaze
F doin' the shade
We backspin 'em like the DJs
Playa be swaze
I'm the live one
Mic's like a knife

Cuttin' you down to size in
The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin'
We wise men
Puzzle your thoughts
It ain't surprisin'
I set it off like horizons
No mistakes allowed

Strategically, it's like I'm movin' the crowd
I'm lickin' shots, bustin' up at the clouds
We be audacious, treadin' on glaciers
Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers
On the earth there ain't a place you can run to hide
When my sets collide with your planet
Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite
Very few can understand it
The dialect I wreck
Perfects my mic's sex when the thoughts connect
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo]

[Scratch Chorus]
"Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'