*Mr. Len cuts and scratches the phrase "Jus' style is infinite"*    [Bigg Jus]  Yo, yo, it stink like dead rappers, check it  The re-birth, type of warfare biological  Delve into my Waterworld, overcome any obstacle  In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular  Kids take my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers  Jus the acquisite a prize, the lyrical Charmin  You ridin fat, hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit  In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers  Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it  Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions  Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion  Optimized computerization virus  Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing  My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind  Check the index under ego smashin  Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless  Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions  Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer  You crabs is straight slummin  A good investment, a high-yield earning  Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners  My evil memoirs interleave intrigue  to get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro  Indelible confrontation be way out your league  So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key  Otherwise or the king of action  Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin    Never before, have you been able to witness  so much cruelty, live and in color  In the privacy, of your own home    *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"*    *Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"*    [El-P]  Alright bring that down though  One two..  When I walk I stomp out messages  MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian  Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested  Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law can cost effective  This mister wizard blitzed by the kilometer don't resist  Shit alternative fuel combat conglomerates  I'm on it like shit is in a bag via colostomy  Hostile macho stuck tryin to get his buck in a lottery  I'm not dead pilot a cropduster ahead of resevoir bound  Drop the payload, cargo packed by the Dow Jones'  Got your holed up in a marble chest and rebels leak urine  Your basic components of a mechanized style modular  Fury has no pattern like the gain enslaves the shifty  Quite simply for both king of panic, implode  Bureacratic backers provoke my frantic rantings  Fuck with up and comers like in my school is senseless  We all felt pain arranged from migraines to chronic jaundice  Stepped into the country bar flippin strictly ebonics  Fell upon a M*A*S*H unit wounded  I practically froze and felt stony, vision I suppose  Memo track that's just trapped in Japanime and molested  And can't recall the glance of the action was comfortable express  shots from the tachyon synchronized  I settled directly down to it and studied for your demise  Skeletal frames proceed to safe tree that was splashed  The Jackson Pollack effect  Without directly coordinating men it's jump Watership Down  Dissension, to kill the pig and pay the rent invention