From The Lab

[Intro]
Ah, 1-2, 1-2
World wide Colossus exclusive

[Verse 1]
Yo
Picture a fiery hand
A mountainous peak made of gold
A pen that paints a magnetic throne
Wind that speaks, an Earth that folds
Like an ancient poems where lions roam
Thoughts with crowns of throns
This is till death's kiss departs us
I hope my mind expand, my verses are monsters
Orgy rhyme, electric Kama Sutra
Eyes are time machines I spit the future
Shout the name Azeeme!
Shake the pavement
I'm heat you crackhead niggas think I'm satan
Lightning strike ambulances are coming
The alarms are breaking
Got singers and popstars running
Losers
Spit till my teeth get bruises
And switch my voice pitch to optic illusion
I'm coming
Thats right ya'll I'm straight gunning
Oakland, California
We number one in this

[Hook x2]
This is work from the lab
This is business
This is mad science
It's musical test tube sex
It's wet scriptures
This is the experiment
It's the experiment

[Verse 2]
I speak the truth that people say are lies
I let them criticize
And send a fire in their wintertime
And I'm a friend of independent minds
Invented in out prime
With coded messages in every line
And as for wisdom we have every kind
From what is hidden, to the carnal
To the never-ending length of crime
Pick a chapter from the book of rhymes
And hear the letter master put a dance on words until they pantomime
My crews are love and lost
The only beauty truth scarred
They (?) cause were dancing screwing movie stars
This is more than pools and broads
Its who we are
Jogging over tracks
Colossus (?)

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
A-Z-E-E-M-E
Electric sex nineteen two thousand and three
One love