[Verse 1]   Adjust of us, to attacks the crowd   The simple fly, plus arrows, I rush the format   If four blind shots to ya verbs and pronouns   These herbs'll slow down, with terms to sicken a guitar   Dip live and you just the point to ball   For sharp lines, make keen, the blast to catch phrase   Overdrawn by the crowd who strikes amaze   Never float like me, and oddly never lose a few   So bear wits, to appreciate verse such as that   Anitiate words to come back, over tight   Nah, I'm different from these war heads   More treds on my adjective's   Allow full side steps, to deflect your ships   Then he make a true vowels, with volume, see I'll   Prospect tunnel, for me and Asan Icon   We rock broad neck, funnels to collect   The drips and moss, giving y'all friends and serves   No connecting to our actual juice of five foot   And the least to serve, with over stridal shoots   Indeed and they relax in conforts   They need to form and parse words, to lose any casual sense   Of well being, yo lay back, grows ya depths      [Verse 2]   As the beings, squads find it hard to establish   A working rhythm, my esoteric mysticism makes me a mathematician   Like Apollonius, phony as any who receive lobotomies   Get caught in my harsh, canapoly of unhappy rhapsodies   Fragments of stagments, we world with ultramagnets   My reverberation, crush men to micro fragments   I get's physical in the forest of absolute manitrition   My complex disposition, forces crews into submission   Beginnings on one six two, switches through to witch's brew   On which is true, or which is you   Isolation, plus, a reflux, I see buck   Who get the equilibrium shattered, or crushed to this   I throw fists, and take trips, to other dimensions   My henchmen will bend them and get attention   As I destroy decoys and make noise   My b-boys will be employed, to deploy like the falling of Troy   Fell into the soul, control, what is concealed   If a void is not filled, my suicidial thoughts will come real