I am light years ahead of my comp
the ground that shakes and quakes beneath my feet subsequently
meet the same heads that I've stomped
Jon Von Neumann, the bar conduit
what still remains to be seen is who the god gone' ruin
it's the Art of Sun Tzu'n when I go to war
interior decorator that'll leave yah insides on the walls
the crown showin minor wear, gotta em all types of scared
so either get the picture of the fuck up outta here
and if I wasn't there
then it didn't happen
seeing us link up is gonna take more than a flickr caption
you'll get ethered from afar
sniper rifles at my rivals that'll heat seek you through the fog
and have you seated with god
get a sixth sense for the slick shit if I wrote it
bruce willis ass niggas walkin round' dead and don't know it
I'll watch it all play out like a bad boy high above
the maze of bullshit knowing that it's no way out
I crash rapboards, no pun intended
I'm inflicting capitol punishment, with pun intended
here's a prime example on how I'll even the odds
you'll need the 4 horseman for you to even respond
you's a pro at dickriding when the outcomes crucial
I'mma call you bisexual, you've outdone neutral
the city slicker takin potshots at country grammar,
the drunken master
that'll son you off that syrup, fam, but I aint yah mamma
the only text nigga who's text was made for audio
while you lookin long faced house pooling in yah barrio
el numero uno negro hombre
infored beaming any nigga on any given sunday