KnowLedge

(Verse 1)
ion't need a controller to control-the game,i'm changing like switchin-a-disc :
only acrobatics I was doing coming up were cartwheels I wasn't flippin-a-brick
now i'm flippin the bird, without ever touching a beak-or spatula :
lately TV been only showin monster flicks I see a-lot of Draculas
soulless people who make a livin off of suckin :
wheres Woody Harrelon we're in Zombieland, lotta dead men walkin in public
plus-Chris likes nice fabric, so on a full moon I wear-wolf :
when I go out to bowl,though its not my sport, but I strike everything in my lane, won't spare-you
split yo' wig like a new hair-do,and like what a hare-do, i'ma fxxx like a rabbit and i'm rabid:
with rappin while wrappin a rapper in wrapper thats plastic
since broads are trip, and these niggas are baggage and hasbins :
while Chris has-been, doing ishh that never has-been done on this planet because I plan-it
jest gimme my-space,i'm not social...ha, get the message when I go postal
I set the world on fire,and y'all worried about some global...
WARMING, when this shit right chea is a warning,
all hell has been unleashed, see me without a chain and a set of horns on my forehead

(Verse)
coons, blackies , niggers and jiggaboos
is how they used to label us, yet we werent ment-to-rule
but you were born down if you were birthed-in-the-south
we've come from porchmonkeys to gorillas circling-ya-house
Marvel at this Black Panther no comic book character
see the dreads on my hunters, all of em Predators
who pray ,before we devour our-prey
"Father forgive and bless us for this meal on our-plate
Of sweet vengeance ! Yes it is a cold-dish
makes my teeth-chatter, leaves my teeth frozen
so you know how it's coming when I start spittin
motherfxxxin frigid,use yo' eyes to listen
close ya mouth, bullshit comes out by the ounces, zip-it
even a clumsy drunk wouldn't come around me trippin'
cause shit'll get ignant,act my color, see a menace
like Kane,O-Dog, and Dennis, Hi Mr. Wilson..

How the fxxx is you doing ?
...Uncle.. Sam ..Wilson

(Verse 2)
i'm the lost child of the Motherland, adopted by Uncle-Sam
don't need a DNA test to prove I'm the not the son-of-them
Founding Fathers,oh yeah i'm proud to be a bastard
slaving all my life so I can grow up and be like Massa
having a big house with a couple whips-and-chains
suburban life, "Hi Bob, how are the kids-and-Jane?"
fxxx-that, i'm a bust-back, take shots til i'm drunk-as
Beyonce off of love, now where my gloves-at
I need em' to break into the game, don't hand me the keys-i'm-iight
cause the scripture said a savior will come like a thief-in-the-night
I sleep-with-the-mic, thats the only time i'm lying-in-the-booth
said that line in another song, why ?-its-the-truth
like me, I went to college and was still flaggin'
no longer work for UPS but I still got that package
and I'm jackin' like my state, see we stole our name from Kansas
just added an AR cause thats the shit that we're packin'

(Verse 3 )
I aint mad bout-history
cause errytime I fxxx a white braud my ancestors shout-victory
and does it really make-me crazy for sleepin-strapped
when a black man was once killed for the dream-he-had
but unlike Mr. Luther, send my address to the shooter
7-4-14, and my streets name is Hoover
Fero-City is a place I call home
you know Fo-Two-Fo is my areas code
i'm street-smart, a geek-boy, not a retard
this is easy as A-B-C and E-boy
young N.W.A man retreat and seek-peace-or
you can see a G-D-build and a G-Destroy
so please-record like VCR when you see-me on ya' T.V
jest make sure that ya' volumes on maximum increase
as I, televise the revolution
and if you don't get the picture, check ya' resolution

(Verse)
I was probably foretold in a prophecy,
but the only-thing this prophet-see is himself getting his profit-see
I lack modesty while jottin-ink
like what the fxxxs the point of a wealth of knowledge if you live in poverty
rap like Pacs-in-me, I must got-his-genes/jeans, find in the pockets hip-hop
you all are hip-pop, let this thang on my hip-pop yall until my hip-pops
outta-place,til then get the fxxx outta-muh-face
and while i'm on the track,get the fxxx outta-muh-way
cause once i'm in motion, ain't no stopping this Juggernaut
take the game by Storm,rain/reign terror, pray this brother-stop
fore I go Rogue, and become a Beast without blue-fur
on all fours,the Black Panther is the true ruler
of the Jungle,i'll make the lion/lying-king tell-the-truth
but they won't tell you this, cause of the things Malcolm X-could-do
with his words, I haven't forgot-the-dream of the Doctor-King
he had while not-asleep,been awoke since, see the dust on-muh-sheets

(Verse 1)
Channel my rage into a pen and jot lyrical devastation
in my composition book, all the pages look-desolated
Music studio resembles scenes where nukes-detonated
The mic is the transportation to transfer decimation
through sound waves, and yo' cerebellum is the destination
reign-hell, though it's never foreseen at the weather-station
this my declaration, to destroy,every-single-cretin
imbecile,moron,idiot, and every-feeble-being
that grips a microphone, and rhymes over instrumentals
take a literal-hook, and lodge it deep in-ya-temple
Disassemble your physical construct, and skeletal-system
Funny how I rip and split these terrible-niggas
Eradicate mass populations and level-whole-cities
never-show-pity whenever i'm lettin-go-fifty
atomic bars, I meant bombs,you see-coming
with telescopes,viewing these words of mass destruction

(Verse 1 )
I'm a young nigggggggggggggggggggggggggggaaaaaaaaa,so i'm prone to speak-ignorance
Not a fan of shaved animals, but I want yo' pussycat to be-whiskerless
Spit-a-bit, on the clitoris, get-it-wet,let a nigga-lick, happily
I was told "Black the berry than sweeter the juice", man tonight I want me some cavities
But first, move that ass-for-me, shawty work like she's employed
and I'm a BOSs, don't worry bout filling out apps in order to be employed
To get the business, and my tie-on, broads like when I wear bandanas with-it
Real Nigga, Ion't fxxx with fakes,unless they come in the form of titties
Wooh,Lord, can you forgive-me ? I know I have sinned recently
But don't smite me down, see it look like it, but she isn't praising when on her knees-for-me
Bad enough the other letters jealous, because she'll only eat-a-G
But her mouths priceless, this right here is a freak-a-leek, with a freaky-leak
like drip, drip, drip, drip
Say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, well it sounds like you've never trained-a-bitch
be straight-up-with, these hoes, i'm just tryna get-a-nutt
and my white girl might be racist since she loves it when a niggas-hung

(Verse 1)
Uhh, you blackface, i'm a real-nigga
Grindhard, I know my ancestors were some field-niggas
so,if I am not feelin-ya, lead is what I fill-in-ya
Boy you gambling with yo' life, if I have to deal-witcha
Cause I got them magazines, do you want a real-issuh (issue)
Aim at yo' adams apple, you can have it peeled-when-im
fxxxed up, taking shots, and I don't ever spill-liquour
You ain't ready for these bars, underage, lil'-nigga
Been in Hell's kitchen, whipping, tryna make a mil(meal)-nigga
Feed the FAM, my family small, but we need a big-dinner !
Turn-up(turnip) for some collard-greens, I love to see my momma-cheese
I'm Grade A, on-a-roll, a failures what you're probably,i'm possibly
The greatest man to hop-on-beats, with the skills of a God-Emcee
while inhaling, a-lot-of-weed, conversing bout philosophies
Misynogomy, my hobbies-be, yo fine bitch gobbling
All this meat I got-to-feed, and she don't ever stop-to-breathe
It's cause she's an air-head, obviously
and I'm not looking for a Boo, don't mistake me for Babidi
I'm so fxxxing tired of poverty, but i'm restless
so rappers give me your necklace before you're neck-less, also headless
now, where you headed ?
And i'll admit-that, when i'm eating pussies I get a little messy
yes, I'm reckless, niggas wishin I would wreck-less
when on a track, cause of all the trains of thought i'm derailing
And I don't need an envelope for you to get the written message
I am sending without mailing, I will bust yo' fxxxing melon
though i'm really not a felon, all you niggas really failin'
tellin' stories, while I utilize the art of story-tellin'
to paint you all a picture, ooooo shit, is it velvet ?
Yeah, you got it, but don't get it, like some film thats undeveloped
Boy you buggin', I'm repellent... WOOOH, this me revealin'
I'm a villain, marred to the game, but never picked the veil-up
So we didn't kiss goodbye,like adios, when about my money, vamanos
Ion't have patience(patients) like a doctors-so, don't treat this like a hospitol (hospital)
I'm deeper than yo' mommas-thoat (throat), and I could tell ya' how-I-know
But that's a Looooooooooong story and I gotta-go
You'll prolly-quote, my last rhyme for certain-its-scary
But rap, made me a profit/prophet, like God and the Virgin-Mary

(Verse)
No circle jerk, when I come-around, even a wheelchair, I run-the-town
All you Bozo's are Jokers, just a bunch of funny-clowns
I'm underground, the

The truth hurts, I should know, it's a pain being-me
I Wonder like Stevie who all caught that, prolly(probably) not many/Minnie
or Mickey Mouse, and I suggest you Goofy niggas Donald-Duck
Would buy a male deer, but I don't think you really wanna-buck
Not in the mile high club,so I'on't give a flying-fxxx
The human-torch,up-north, can't compare to me being fired-up
Become familiar with my pickle if you do not know-the-deal
You don't have to be directly under me to experience an overkill
I'm a fan of magic shows,yet I despise-tricks
Pussies fxxx with other pussies, these niggas seem dykish
I could change my name to sample, and still no one would try-me
even Red & Blue arteries can't explain why inside i'm so violet/violent
I'm a TITAN that'll be remembered, like Mr. Washington
A one and only, swear even a mirror can't copy-me
Not necessary to cockback,fore I bust-rhymes
Only hook I'm willing to give is to yo' jaw from punchlines
Direct this to you fxxx-boys, who secretly fxxx-boys
Circle of fufu's, that what you call a Fruit-Loop
and I'm a serial/cereal killer , slice a square with box-cutters
ya' ready to blow, but ya chicken, just another cock-sucker

(Verse 1)
I'm the heir/air to the throne, and I'm heated, so scientifically speakin'
I can only rise to the top,won't stop, til I rot in a lot at a cemetery for kings-and
I'm an emcee, eating emcees, hope Em-sees that Slaughterhouse-holds
of muhhhfxxxas', so fore you die, fathers realize yo grandkids are in your daughters-mouth-hole
My feet are wet, from walking all over these watered-down-flows
Got a harder-sound-bro, than an audio recording of twin-bricks-colliding
Niggas playing gangsta,really bitch-in-disguises
Quick-to-spit-lies-and exaggerate materialistic objects
Not judging you homie, I just object
To the foolery produced in these-weak-songs
I'll tame ya' beast-mode, force you to put a neat-leash-on
Then break out in a sprint
just to clarify, yes I'm running this bitch
Without feeling-fatigue,
Even though I'm tired, of every individual spitting-ya-weak
array of rhymes,it's almost like folks have
abandoned their love-for-the-craft
As the population goes up, so do the dumber-the-raps
everybody talking bout how they're clutching-a-strap, selling some type of drug-in-a-bag, and they're bussin'-a-gat
When they're most likely a chump-and-a-half,better yet a punk-and-a-fag
Who thinks they're a rapper, cause they know a couple metaphors. . . you know better-boy
get it understood, I aint here to make it rain, I'd rather conjure up weather-storms
see my Devil-horns. . .
and it's a fact I'm overly generous, so what that mean,I;m giving y'all hell-and-more
Gotta pair-of-swords, fo' feeble-foes
Make me teleport to your people's-home, decapitate em' and keep-the-domes
Travel to the nearest beaches-coasts, I wonder if they'll sink-or-float
when I drop em' off, and I don't need-a-boat
To be-afloat cause I stay above these current flows like Jesus-toes