Cranium

[Verse 1]
Hey yo it took mad long but now my style's finally packed down
Don’t make a sound 'cause you’re bound to miss the first round
Ding, I bring the breathless episode
That’s tingling your spine like a virgin busting his first load
Name, Gauge-uh the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when I’m kickin'-uh
Verse that’s off-key like tryin' to open your neighbor’s door with your key
Don’t mind me I’m fuckin' witcha mentally
See, I been rappin' for years
In the dark, with my peers
Hopin' to see the light like L.A. Gears
No break, but I take the failures as they come
Lyrics will leave you in a slum
Like trying to figure out Chinese algebra while drinking rum
Whenever I’m, upset, I get the pen and pad and visually set my mind and jet
But don’t sweat the technique
Take a sneak peek, a little some, from the cranium

[Chorus]
A-yo, it’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse
It’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse

[Verse 2]
In my cranium, much broken reps are stored
And when I’m alone I play with the frauds aboard
You know the hardcore wannabees
My mental telepathies will seize enemies by the threes
So freeze, like 20 below degrees when I breeze
Past, 'cause there’s no winds in your forecast if your fake
For goodness sake, my title you’re trying to take
You're better off givin' a dead fox to Ricki Lake
I make hits like Gotti without a shotty
Just pens and pads make college grads look like lads just learning to use a potty
Hotties play me close like Glen by the ten
Tell Tom to cruise 'cause I have bruised a few good men
The Heineken sipper, excuse me while I flip-a
Few bars to leave you seein' stars like the big dipper
Gauge the ripper, rippin' brain cells to the cerebellum
It’s mental red rum to your cranium

[Chorus]
A-yo, it’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse
It’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse

[Verse 3]
My style’s breathless (What a switch)
Many Ditch (There rhyme pitch)
But I vow (Run now)
If I catch my breathe you’re gonna lose your eyebrow (And howwww!)
Cool it now, check the new edition
Defeatin' me you’ll quicker see the Tin Man goin' fishin'
My rapper’s intuition makes your mission impossible
So like a fuse (It’s lit!)
'Cause I can bust a rhyme Chew Gum while takin' a shit (Yo Gauge quit)
Many Nopo my Flowpo is good to Gopo
'Cause in a showpo I be rippin' mics from head to toepo
Sopo take heed spark the weed if you’re smokin'
While I’m soaking up your enzymes with my rhymes to leave ya Croaking
No jokin', the style is broken, and can’t fix
Rhymes'll shitting' bricks like John Starks from the Knicks in game six
The clique’s deep, so creep don’t run while the mental murderah is fuckin' up the cranium

[Chorus]
A-yo, it’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse
It’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse
It’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse
It’s Gauge-uh, the mental murderah
Strange things occur to your mind when he’s kickin-uh verse

[Outro]
9-6 mental murderah