From the 8th Dimension, I rap, I rhyme, I write, I make, I art, i mess, I math, I perform, I feel, I share, I learn, I impress
Quannum Observation forth-sent by i, SM's, etx. Brain juice in the form of word-like structures.
held it kept it close
carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a
teen with a beiber poster
never wanna let it go even
when I showed the bros
Next to me when i ate,
buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my
guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet
marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete
,
my side kick prosthetic
limb my piece protects and also
so my arms forever
free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece
My rifle super righteous
mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's
leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past
I was a high class michigander tennis team champ
A country club racquet team private practice year round machine
nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing
Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons
When that that damn ball hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence
where games end fast cause of that champion named
Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding
foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz
play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash
punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast
the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch
is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty
aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing
what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing
cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball
and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance
before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel
torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know
s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip,
when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -
the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way
boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending?
nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows
of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch
from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss
kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,
the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch
watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch
when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in
but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air
and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me
from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three
but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time
modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity
and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer
with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever
US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!
shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme
So here is where we work on our psychiatry, We all mentally absurd, we're all hurting differently, You by be nuts or got some self-inflicted cuts, but we are all on the brink of bustin' up and out of luck cause this lock-up ain't for just anyone, It takes guts, it takes trust, and it takes hustle and Doctor fussin', Bout who be down and who be up, what's in our mouths, and what year we think we're bound, This is the 6th floor infantry, here we stay, n here we cray Don't tease the quiet one, don't try slidin' upon ya socks Its an understatement If I said this sucks, Head down when you walk, monotone when you talk, Fore any excitation mean you need more of those little... DOtS In your mouth. More sleep. Less eccentricities. Gawks? For what? He's just schitzin' some, that's all, Why pace when you can grace the nurses with Tourret- sounds So He claims he's an albino black panther.... so what? The way he hustles lunch says he fights for sport, play, game and by the way his kung-fu seizures came straight from the clink, so he know a thing or two about getting your drink A nurse s my servant, I shall not want, He makes me take my meds a lot He gets me fresh jammies and brings me me my meals, My cavalier cleans the shit from beneath my heels
You think im out my zone cause i dont
really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow
ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make kids in my audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn, my stubborn cunt's sure just
me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided
Its a brainiac attack! spectacular disaster its erratic SMACK to the max impact im after time for a psychedelic acid trip alas so drip five inside mine eyes and drop a blotter after Blast! sporative laughter captivate my mind all night Ecstatic satisfaction and deliciousness collide Til visions extra wise arise colors super bright Light climbs from outta corners
#1.
a brainiac attack, spectacular disaster
Stirring up rubble down-a-trip-cid-istic travel
Blotta ripper drip mine eyes or extendemon highs, sir
Tons of wonder not zi deez befores ive undone fiver
Sidney uncollid-a-shall we psychatrip tonighter
Real erratic smack to the max impact designer
Paralyz-a lapse in awe of extralaugh insider
Captiveyes your ass brass tax-a-satisfactors
Adding up escstaticism casting outtalaster
Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice I passed her
Stashin up mass amounts-a-dice-so-yahtzee fastter
Splash in the past try to recognize alas, sir
Fraternize ur craft till its drafted doom to stagger
Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task er
Infactualize inside repli-try-to-circumizer
Invite the guesst entire text was left to doubterniser
Return-a-nerve-to sender UPS is mine toodine er
The milkman quintessentially an ass-man a molester
Breasts arrest his sani-tease a coconutty shiester
Under udders queasy he confid-o-boast-a-wowser
Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it uppster
Rashun now allow disease but ruff to ceasa supper
Weares a prophylactic tupp a spastic-raz-ma-tazzer
Talk enough a crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy
Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee
Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me
Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor
Rag-o-rama disco side to side-n--den-direct-a-whore
Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez
Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket minty-freeze
Breath a lize a topoly, controversal studi-ordeos
Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more
More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,
Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC
#2.
It a brainiac attack, specacular disaster
its erratic smack to the max impact i'm after
Parasitic trap time lapse sporactive laughter
Captiveyes your sass brass tax-a-satisfactors
Adding up escstaticism casting outta plaster
Blast! Mad-vexed-a-dastic static twice Ive asked her
Stirring up masses rasta-psyche daddy Bastuerd
Splash in the past time to recognize alas, sir
Pastuerize crap till its just some stagnant matter
Master all the facts, yes, practice-ket, a task it
Infectualize inside replicattatrophic ur badder
Invite the guess entire test left unassessore
Return to the sender sexy UPS man confessor
The milkman quintessentially an ass-man, a molester
Breasts arrest his sanity pro-teen coconutty mess
Under udders queasy he turn the milky way the means
Lucky me the hostess standing dong i ate it up
Rational logicaloiries bio-metrical diesease
Fees for all prophylactic spastic-raz-ma-tazz-i-kees,
Talk a lotta crap-u-tacularin-gitis blasphemy
Easy computerrific go digitallibon-a-dee
Do little robotick-tock-a doodling with me
Alpha sag a litle betta straight down to the floor
Rag-o-rama disco side to sidedirect-a-whore
Rounded out cast a ways a ways away to three or four
Five percentages ago, the earth was flat and board
Wordson deez brotronics app a rattus be da steez
Diabetic-insulint in cans of pocket mints please
Breath a lize a topoly, controversal orderies
Cookey to unlocket round your neck forever more
More to loverse than a sonnet daughters cot got covers on it,
Time to rest in wholey mammoth cheesy peace im gassed, BIZNOTIC