(Muad'Dib)   Trap-jaw tap (snap)   Raw rap track, leave your cracked maw jacked on the floor, take a nap   Black, white, red, said all over, got slapped with the newspaper-type   flavor (whap!)   To the back of the headline, needle teeters on the redline   No thread binds me to keeping decent bedtime   Double ended candle burner, grab a bit of fluid, turn it into a museum   Wanna see me make a being out of wax?   Breathe and relax   I'll drop it on the page, let me see if it'll freeze in its tracks   I need this, in fact if I quit, I'm a be dead   Sick of being neck-deep n scrubs like an aggravated pre-med      (Felix)   From jump been dedicated,   talking that rhyme junk   born out of records, boxes in car trunks   bred to rap, born to rock like Bruce Springsteen   Louder than Friday the 13th when the blonde screams   breathing harder, growing stronger   your girl oughta know, that we can last longer   It's like a condom when it gets broken   you either test yourself   or for the best shit you keep hopin'   keep holding heat   and as a matter of speech   this heat could make this to a scene from Normandy beach   that ain't to say that dope girls stay tannin'   its last man standin'   reckless abandon   battle cats spitting battle raps to shatter saps   ladder game playing   saying rhymes as laughable acts   unravel the raps and find some insight or a fuck you   wordplay so thick that a mack couldn't truck through   back, back, back, we go   Quarterback style backpedaling   champion like, always meddling   we always moving forward seeking out the dope shit   you act like a pilgrim for the weak shit your settling   novice or a veteran it's how you represent YOU   any way you do it, single or a crew   we always hit hard, got rhyme and reason   breaking new ground while you pray to break even.   what brain, heads full of trivial pursuit cards.   But alphabetizing and color-coding them is too hard   So just load'em up and throw'em as they come   'Til they blowing back the sun, never holding back the tongue   Like the perfect romantic moment during a slow dance   Or a bisexual oral festival with no hands   Oh man, programmed for jams   Grown too big for these britches, but she can keep it in those pants   Damn, I'm a be in trouble with that double bubble popping like a pair   of twins split a pack of Hubba-Bubba   Slither, wiggle, shimmy, glide, ride to the fly vibe   It's all right, giggle and jiggle them thighs   Kids with the gift have arrived to provide the soul stirring, no   slurring, closed current electric flow serving delectable technical   blows to nose, throat, and sternum   Encourage over the coal burning of slow vermin