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The mechanics of my verbal
Disturb even the most thorough-ly
Educated of engineers
With lyrical twists so intricate
Suggesting kinemorphic gears

When I walk into a crowded room
All I can hear is the cheer,
And a chick off ina corna screaming
“The Messiah is here!”

Cause yo, the way I captivate my audience is Spiritual
With messages that be subliminal,
I appeal to the metaphysical
And rip everyone of your f---in souls from out beneath you
Startin a revolution, an’ as my subjects, I beseech you
To battle without fear in ya heart
Only the mentally advanced survive,
The dumb get ripped the f--- apart with my oracle

I spit the real,
Thought I was being metaphorical?

Nah son, that ain’t my way
I command christian crusades
Usin’ my intellect to slay
All opposition in my way
In the name of the Father
The Son, and the Holy Shit
What happened to my Mother
Fuckin Crew,
My rhymes so sick
Dumb shits all got ill, and died too

Ayo, I stand lonely at the top
But getting used to it
Not even the apocalypse could stop all 'dis
So I’ll rock this shit
‘Til I choose to quit.

...CORY...