I hide my face like the Elephant Man
Follow, you reach out of long black sleeves with skeleton hands
Touch rappers, watch them rot, they skin fall off
Boil in the pavement on a cold boardwalk
Then I laugh like the Joker while pissing on them
Then put on my hood, wait on the next corner
The next victim look in his face with tears in my eyes
That crystalize and turn into stone before they fall from my dome
Like an avalanche, the way I spit sound like an African chant
The Priest run through MC's like I'm trampling ants
Peep the form, it's the Vatican stance
The Pope Victor the First, the flow spit with a curse
Sicker the verse, the more bodies we stick in the dirt
Wait around, I'mma pick you a hearse
I like the long black ones, drive around while spinning on two wheels
It's whatever you feel, blue steel
On black days, silver clouds when the MAC spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My mind's a museum filled with microphone exhibits
Of rhymes that I write that look like pictures
Ayo, my technique is berserk
A predator, y'all niggas pull your fucking skin off like a T-shirt
Retort, no remorse
Donate aborted rappers for stem cell research
I spit a few bars and niggas is FUBAR
You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars, homie
The mind of Caesar Augustus
Rocking a Caesar, eating a Caesar salad in August, plus
I'm illustrious, I been with the Moors
Born and raised in L.A. by Monster Kody
Slowly chose the dark side for ice cold 40's
Like Obi-Wan Kenobi with an iced-out Rollie
And might fuck a white bitch, don't get it fucked up
Love black chicks but they don't like to suck nuts
So tell me what the hell am I supposed to do?
It's like sipping sizzurp in Houston, I'm supposed to screw
Talk slimy like okra
T-Bo shit backwards just to make Harpo out of Oprah
Ras spit sicker than most groups put together
'Cause y'all put together, I put foot to leather
And walk over dead bodies like Rise of the Machines
Don't be surprised, nigga, it's Edi Amin
Rappers get ate up like the number on Kobe's jersey
Goddammit, I popped a clergy
Canibus, the only MC on Earth
That did geophysical research about the new rebirth
The Sun turn the Earth to rotisserie dirt
Listen 'fore you start dissing me first, this'll be worse
Twelve degree pole shift, displace the ocean
They send space probes in and come back broken
Armageddon omen, Planet X inbound and rapidly approaching
None of us are chosen
Field manual 2-0-4-6
Your life's getting away, you better run for it
Population reduction, mass destruction
The reset button is coming and some of us love it
The return of Nibiru, we will prepare you
Stay away from the media, they will scare you
Rappers respect beef, tactics and technique
I'mma show you how the best compete, let's beef
My verse on the mic is a surgical strike
Of herbal delight with no personal life
Live Saturday Night, sacrifice, batter the mic
Jab to the left, jab to the right
I'm the scripture sculptor, volcanic
You ignoramus, I'm the future, volcanic vulture
Firebird, I fire words, catch this cannon
All opponents, poetry Leonis Spartan
You just can't sink me
Shots, Hell's Kitchen 'til I'm sinky
Since I was born it's all about roaming
Since the Roman wars I been Caesar
Master of seizures, master of diseases
Throughout the legions, temperatures beyond degrees
Terrifying like Saddam in legions, ingenious
Fuck ya, I don't wanna have to bust you open
But I think you're looking too closely
And I don't wanna have to bust your eyes
Fuck it, fuck your eyes, fuck your mama, fuck the drama
Who needs it? Who like it? Who bleeds it?
Who think it? Who smoke it? Who drink it?
Motherfucker, I'mma start shrinking
Each and every one of you niggas, you're just particles
You walk in and get read like articles
Shredding, I'mma teach all y'all how to start poetry beheading
I'm the Headless Horseman, nigga, read the prescription
Try it once, instantaneous addiction
If you ever wanna see me
H-O-R-S-E-M-E-N, nigga
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