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Yeah, that's the funky funky shit, ay bust it, yo, yo Screendesign Bonn
Deltron tremendous force to end your courssssse. every whim is enforced I send men with torches to raid your fortress And in the process radiate your optics Subconsciously haunt emcees Super human technician atomic inner dimension Too mental with intuition Typographical aptitude let my lasers clap at you Mapped the route, psychologically crappin out, what youlaughing bout? Imitations getting penetrated in free simulations In my emcee training class remain in mass Never get liquidated convert energy Into matter instantly, with a pen and pad Calculate the Sino graph, heat the center of gravity Abolish apathy graphically packing 380's With body heat sensitive bullets you need safety Fest on your face and neck Mental armory levitate legs for my monarchy No malarkey my flows embarking Zionically sparking brain cells til they're sparkling (chorus) x2
No one knows the timepassing by.
I remake my universe every time I use a verse To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in peace Side barriers provide care within From impurities every word sees your attention like thirddegree I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass of yourface No sense you be in attempt fleeting Emcees siphon my likeness Biting my insides like five enchiladas This plain of existence is amazingly different From my orbital oratory always going for the glory You pop wide open from my slice slogans I stay in effect with alien tech Make you wanna say he's the best With synchronization with commendation its armor plated hard to fake it Never carbonated, scar your matrix Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and sofa
