Eyeblink

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I use the pen n paper combination for my stimulation No simulation, we face to face in my space station Base placing in the proper location, we're making tracks MCs try but fry like bacon fat I be taking wax and placing wax on tables that turn Take wax out ya ears so that you be able to learn About the maze that is life You'll fight the blaze and you'll burn in the fire like pliers I'm taking a turn Aching to learn The self, and through that I learn it all People speak the negative but I am not concerned at all My concerns include beats, rhymes and preservation Forever facing a task with total determination to be victorious Through rhyme flow I glow glorious For not giving a shit about the masses, I'm notorious I wanna entertain so that it's contradictive But instead of catering to the trend I'll uplift it Split shit in half on tracks while mending a mind state Therapeutic words leaves the competition irate I take control from soul navigational folds In the direction of perfection when a story is told Lyrics of fury emerge Preferred surges of words converge When pen n paper confer Verbal blurs occur Audio cataracts When I flash my battle craft In a matter of fact, serve MCs on a platter of wack Material, imperial abstract Like drug induced flashbacks Don't need a rap contract To be on track And on that note I let the facts float While the lies sink in the duration of an eye blink [Sample] Blink, blink yourself awake [Verse 2] As a syllable spitter I kill a bullshitter My rhymes are skull grippers that frustrate you like dull scissors I pull blisters off the lips of MCs that be rapping too much When I'm rapping they duck down and touch ground And dodge The ammunition I'm pitching It's lyrical by definition I clarify Your vision like high definition television, my revelation's In a state of renovation Your own delusions Are fitting retribution for your wack actions Smack assholes who smoke crack through glass poles MCs be sucking like black holes It's like their work was done at Hasbro Tryna dog me out cos they think my style is alpo But fuck no Tell an enemy that I'm the pedigree Feed him kibbles n bits until he dribble n spit Pitiful shit Is what I am hearing on the airwaves That stuff is sooner die out like that Jerri curl hair phase Toss a screwface Down a staircase the stairwell And farewell to music from the soul If making dollars is your goal, I'm on a roll Like balls that are bowled down a lane to knock pins down My out sound is in town Rhymes they rain down like the hail storms I wish that I could write in braille form So that the blind could witness my fitness I dip dip-shits in shit, clip hypocrites in the lip Gravity'll be above us all when I choose to flip the script Like interspace My slippery delivery is in your face Call it daily conversation, it takes Crazy observation to improve ones improvisational skill My skill's sensational ill Receive ovations and still Feel like an idiot Ignorance I pity it I'm on the sensitivity tip I haven't reached my epitome yet And I'll work until my back's broke And on that note I let the facts float While the lies sink in the duration of a what Of an eye blink