Song Length |
2:59 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| |
Lyrics
I got you lost in the thought of a written forbidden force
that metamorpho-sizes corpse into dwarfs
like Phantasm, beats deep like a grand chasm
50 thousand fathoms beneath coral reef splitting atoms
spitting hit the fan type ishhh
channeling souls from banishment
light a candle when I manipulate language and
turn the word "god" from a noun into a verb
observe as I god the mic
like sacrifice or acts of Christ my lightening strikes like some bowling
but I use the balls that i'm holding
to leave you scalding like a sorcerer's cauldron
I'm flowing like toboggans down a slalom
I'm open like the ocean
wrecking the coast when a monsoon is caused by the moon's proximity
I'm rockin' to the symmetry of regenerated's infantry
since infancy we were instantly a symphony
of infinitely blessed emcees with imagery
RHP, the lyrical miracle ministry Chorus:
Headpiece we gots
deep rhymes like dimes in slots
wipe you off like snots we got the Motts
to get you up outta your cots
We're like astronauts playing connect the dots
(repeat)
For the record, I take it from the stylus
lying on wax from facts on papyrus
word play deep underneath my anesthetics
you know I'm fresh out, BAM!
onomatopoetical spelled phonetic
Phon-X - theoretical study of my electrical cypher is cybernetical
look it up and find I'm credible
and if it catches on the Phon will get bit as if I'm edible
you lying there like a vegetable thinking I'm not digestible?
take medical aid by raising decibels
best of all, when I'm on the mic you'll have a ball
like a festival for your testicles
spin this like carnivals carousels
Ferris wheels reveal I'm stuck at the top & it's hysterical
like clerical problems with our electoral college
I just threw my vote in the receptacle
how are we supposed to be celestial
terrestrials with heads up our rectal
chamber, the danger is not hypothetical
time to unite the fight is epidemical
Chorus:
Headpiece we gots
deep rhymes like dimes in slots
wipe you off like snots we got the Motts
to get you up outta your cots
We're like astronauts playing connect the dots
(repeat)