Tha Century / 100 Bars Deep Now This’s Gonna Be Sticky… I shape shift monotonous mockeries into a metamorphosis of melodic monogamy… Im more morbid audibly, smear your extremities with catatonic… Smoke you for the toxin release! My words constrict air holes until all oxygen is ceased… Kids is try in to elevate they point of views by studying topography? ! Ha! You god-awful emcees… Watch true suns set across the horizon of your premises…
I shadowbox with the reflection of an extra-terrestrial nemesis, to sharpen my depth perception! Intense of mental sections, to ascend beyond eleven tenths of perfection… I was born when the clock was confused and twelve fell into thirteen… From dusk to dawn my embryo’s vitality radiated a pulsing kinetic energy… I disperse beams! 360 degrees of devastation, and six degrees… Equals 60 emcees that’s go die from each gamma ray salivation… I still see 20/20 with a cyclop tic chromosome, so all mimes manipulated overtones…
Are overthrown from the underworld overture, over your vocal tone… Undulation, running flows over oval opal stones! Spitting sinister cyclones! If your real or not, its your plot, life behind a twisted door lock… Amongstwizardous warlocks! Wither in sweltering weather… Swelling cerebellums in cellars, swirling in pools of clorox! Potions pour from my incisors, and inject adrenalin inside words… In sin curves and blind blurs, reminders of pioneers and pine boards…
The riddle was solved whence it was exposed for its awfulness… I dreamed of an eon long apocalypse, only to wake up and find i was revolving in it… Once i shed my body, its residue will vaporize into… While i study obeli st physics, and calculate diabolical arithmetic’s…
Im sicker then cancer victims spitting up tumorous appendages, then lighting a cigarette… My aesthetics are acrobatic, the accepted eclectic with savage epileptic habits… I feed your asses mass laxatives, as to extract gastric acids when the gas passes… Flash flasks of the nastiest wrath, worse then moldy thermoses of birth water contaminate… Splash that in your eyes and laugh as your sinus collapse, and the virus attacks rampant… Half of yall are clowns, spiritually vacation bound…
Likely contestants for the neighborhood talent show consolation round… I put headphones in penitentiaries the way i spit these bars… Battle? im the head blitzkrieg czar… I dis s emcees hard, that’s why bitches be sparse… I slaughter in psychotic spasms like a vicious retard… Visually unscarred…
Everytime i kill a victim my ammunition is re-charged… Im rip pin seams apart… You couldnt find a rhythm in your weak heart… OMNI hoe, we reach stars…
I was born with my attached to the sun, and energy has granted me tongue… I turn tornadoes twisting 180 degrees from their regular rotation… Only to steal the eye from the center while inertia supplied the vacancy… Play the matador of spirits and tear the horns from the head of satan…
Rage bent, raise eyebrows of asians, my flagrant phrases are sanctioned by the United Nations… All representatives were stuck in amazement, of how i so accurately displayed them… Exposed the corruption which plague men, yet all of yall dont say s — – when blaze it… Cut faces like rusty scalpel facelifts, and parade with born again atheists… Free of the matrix…
And the hatred, and the just straight up gay shit… I dont even waste my time with earthlings invading my spaceship… Im ages ahead of you, where my pages extend to view, and patience is revenue if untainted… Blood is only thicker then water cut its genetic make up is much more sacred… So dont fake it, and f — – being timid… Because all emcees, deejays, breakers, and bombers dont get respect in hiphop if they dont live it…
You the only plain limits, the damn race is infinite… So who gives a f — – if you last, cause your time to catch up isnt restricted… From the cradle to the grave, back to the cradle imm a say… That im an emcee. So dont play… You fake front in fraudulent shady ass people in here…
be real wit yo self… The clock watches! … Who is the actual rap pro? and who is the actor? and who is the cast of hoes… I see no battle flows, yet a lot of claim in ‘ prose’…
Static frozen on automatic audios, and om ni-addict copy-flows… Unlocking code of phonics, exposing the audibly autistic toxin epoxy-molds… Awkwardly dawning frantic insomnia tic top-speed prose… The currents i spawn re-grow, into waves leaving the tropics cold, in frosted snow… Wave impact creates a strain syntax, till the oxygen’s blown from its bronchial zone…
Lungs, strung with sickness, inflicted from a provocative tone… Too often, my sockets get blown… And the guy who thought he was copp in a throne… Gets clocked in the dome with a melodic overtone… until all logic is overthrown… Like sad am with a bomb faced at a planet, my raps are cocked with lethal contaminates…
My speech molds the inanimate, i manage to imagine magic patterns of english-latin adverb… Adjusted accurately to adapt its core to match the source of immaculate force tangent less… I ravage rampant’s, and rampage raves… Raging ravishingly in the rays candle-lit…
(oooh) I blaze san script and inhale spirit from words, worlds whir wickedly from the wizardry concurred… Instantly disturbed, im visibly blurred… Too revolutionary for revolution and loose-ends… Youse whose crews contend with other legends and text smith guilds… Still primitive to the techniques unleashed by an omniscient pen… Quicken the ending…
Inquisitive inhibitions emitted from the ditches dug by my intuition… Are sickening silhouettes of my cerebral landscape, scrape skies as a… Feeling a bit more serious… As righteous dragons magnetize towards the center of satan’s pagan manger… Rising fire incinerate interfaces where the graves were… Lively, death’s ejected breath is from a species much stranger…
Orion travels on music drifts, that implant nucleic altering chant with a focus on enhancement… Like a buddhist demonstration including cardio pulmonary paralysis, on top of a crucifix… Is just hiding a pulsating demon nation, so we insure that babylons cubic skyscraper uterus estranged births detected… As the sinister store perfected embryos quantum vitality exports orbit earth… Theyll grow at zero gravity… Below the microscope of an unknowing bio-physicist who didnt know what he had stepped on…
.’ N – o To Tha X the pneumonia rhetorical oracle agent’ was illuminated in life’s breath bond. Ooo Wee.