a-r-t-d-a-r-k-m-i-a-m-i

Bet I break your mind when I kill this,

it's irrelevant cause of the lack of my elegance,

but I never wanna get a hand in my face or a 'time and a place'

I'm gonna make it evident that you will never get a

piece of me, and I won the war and I lost the bet

but I'm never gonna shave my head, are you fucking kidding me?

My fro is gonna rapunzel across the Atlantic Ocean to Italy,

I rock and you rock, and all of the movement will feed both of our vert-egos,

the constant calls I get from your bitch, I think she might be half-seagull,

and I don't wanna give her a piece of this biscuit, I'd rather give her the business,

so add me on Skype if you wanna be a witness, the hypnosis ruthless,

when I open my mouth, she leaks her juices, color me conclusive,

she's coming with me to the back of my car so a nigga can get intrusive,

I'm talking about this orange, the villainy's Oh so horrid, whores adore it,

but I think that I'd love it more, so the floor is the place that I lay myself,

thinking of all of the things that keep the doctor's pills away from the shelf,

intuitive leaps measured in the heaps are how I have sustained myself,

filling my head with nonsensical garbage to restrain myself,





that's it, I've had enough of your shit, I'm dumping your shit,

I couldn't get the people to fuck with your shit,

good luck with the shit cause I'm fucking your chick,

and I wouldn't be surprised if she fucked with the Clique,

and I'm leaving a message to all of the people I'm teaching a lesson;

I'm thinking of holding a Smith and a Wesson,

I'll give you a gift in a second, pull it back,

hit em with the 90,000 decibels of sound,

these punk mothafuckas can't take the heat, so they collapse in heaps on the ground,

my only advice to you is to stay on the floor, cause I'm gonna need something soft to step on,

and the blood from your nose can stain the clothes that your girl just couldn't keep kept on, you fucking bitch





Kill em with that, and I'll kill em with this, alright? You buggin.

I live in the mist, I'm dripping my piss in the middle of shit that you got in the oven,

hit or a miss, I'm slipping my wit underneath the basses hit,

calling you out on some racist shit, we target you with the high levels of discrimination,

quit playing your tracks, you're giving us all an omen alike to those who chose to step on a crack,

think of the kids, you're hurting their lids, and soon they'll have their head on their back,

for those who would close their ears, I can oppose you with a metal attack,

and the metal will clap so fast you'll have the lead in your back before you can even cognize,

you thought you were safe to hate, but sadly you fucked around with the wrong guys,

you better delay your pace, you'll face a great when I call you a fall guy,

my crew's the smartest dudes but I guarantee you that we're not all wize,

got one to bleed your ego, and then another to leave you leaking,

I suggest you wear an ego vest to bed because I'm sneaking in,

you're under arrest for tryna molest the girl who you've been creeping on

she might rest her head on your chest if it's your music that she's sleeping on,

but otherwise I'm not so sure.




Hey, if it's a fight you want, you might like to talk to my secretary,

cause she's packin a gat in her black belt, and she can send your friends to the cemetery,

I'm too busy in meditation for me to start a fight, too zen to get in a scuffle,

too willing to drop the charges so I can do a sudoku puzzle,

Why don't we just make up? I'm feeling embarrassed that we continue to live in this boxing ring,

and this talking thing is a constant, pissing me off with all of the mocking,

adding your girl on Facebook, take looks into her pictures stalking,

I'm getting her off as soon as you hit the office, so keep walking,

I'm hitting your aunty with the sedative,

I thought it'd be cool to fool around with at least two of your relatives,

I took some pics on a disposable, and I handed you the negatives,

of your sis, your mom, and aunt all sucking me off and getting competitive,



I thought I would keep it low, but now that I'm ready to die, I'm letting you know,

killin the cynical flow, you cannot oppose, the grip ain't letting you go

feeling as if you dove right out of the sky, and now you're letting the flo

collapse and shatter your bones, you splatter your home, and all the chatter is gone


so shut the fuck up