Smooth With Mine

[Verse 1: Kaos]
Kaos, the futuristic, super mystic with vernacular
The manufacturer, I be the Legend—call me Acura
I be spectacular, in any consequence, I'm droppin' these
Documents and prophecies that complement philosophies
I'm quick with that, I'll flip the fact there, I'll insult you twice
You run your mouth, I'll run your house like I was poltergeist (Damn)
Lethal and trifle with equal evil disciples, have you believin' in idols
Your peoples sleepin' with bibles, alright?
And any sentence? I diminish and you know it cousin
I'll be the chemist pourin' Guinnesses and Robitussin
Consolidate the proper weight and find a pure description
No complication, domination of my jurisdiction
Spirits that's in me comin' cleaner with the chemistry
Lyrics is pretty as a Dina with a Hennessey
Now validate my style, I shake from here to Tampa Bay
It makes you salivate, evaluate, you can't with K
My paragraphs shatter glass from the frequency
My habits fast, your faggot ass can't compete with me
I'll flip the Hell, and it's pathetic when the sonic slanders
I'm runnin' shit so well, they call me Emmitt Thomas Sanders
Puttin' your mind on exhaust when I prove what I rip
Make the sign of the cross, smooth with my shit

[Verse 2: Mad]
Yo, I thought I told you before, you couldn't even master rough drafts
Of paragraphs I compose, I shatter glass with my flows
But not the whole arsenal (A song or two'll splatter crews)
Nautilus on the map (Like we're longitude and latitude)
Frame of mind psychotic, it's the chronic at fault
Each tainted rhyme's symbolic of a sonic assault
Charged with possession of skills, your verdict's not guilty
The shit I drops filthy, my ''Billin' Tops'' Milk Dee
Vocab thick like Thousand Island, EMS
You're about to dial when off the Guinness stout I'm wildin'
Subtractin' bums and stackin' funds, you know the issues
Attackin' drums and havin' nuns holdin' pistols
I'm on-point like a porcupine, I toss a rhyme
You catch it and copy, but your method is sloppy
I be illin' on breaks, verbs I make stack papes
You can feel it on wax, DATs, and 8-track tape
MC's I mop with glow when dispersin' a proper flow
Believe I'll stop the show, wrote this verse in an Optimo
And smoke this but quote this: I roll with the dopest, no bogus
But I notice the hocus-pocus on what you focus is hopeless (Damn, that shit was fat!)
Weightwatchers, check the calories
Mirror-breakin' analogies, irritatin' like allergies
I'm havin' niggas movin' in cliques, it's been proven I rip
Strictly for cruisin' The Bricks, but, still, I'm smooth with my shit