Known to turn slave words loose on the leaf
Glued to the beat like goo to your new sneaks
True heat, spread askew through these zoo streets
Peaks a few reached, true a dude speak unique
Tell to switch it up, bless 'em with the new me, ooh
Food for thought, its a recipe from a sufi
Who choose to speak and truth seek its his duty
And shine a light, in the night, when the city's gloomy
I'm on some abstract preambling
Mad max factor, badlands that we travel in
Hairline fracture any wack rapper at a whim
Swear a fine actor dab hand at the mandolin
You can't handle him, his whole flow is out of phase
Moves like a ghost or some lost soul from outerspace
Boldly missioning where few dare to reach
Known to turn slave words loose on the leaf
With this kind a momentum it's too hard to stop me
These guys are acetate i'm more like a rock piece
Ora shock streets turn a mock doctor knock need
Got e's and other such concocts to shot skeen
My shit is hardly sloppy
Actin like i cared rockin half a paper poppy
Operation solid not shaken like fast jalopies
Nor opaquely pink like faintly inked carbon copies
I'm a time-travellin' academic to some i'm just a menace
Tryin ta catch a quick handful from they penance
Never were they ever further from the truth
But their paranoid perceptions of the boy act as f-x
And thats something like a force field
Next flex positively powered but the core's real
Raw steel four wheel drivin', lift the quartz shield
Morse spiel, dottin off my messages with forged seals