Tongue Fu

Verse 1:
With the mind of Bruce Lee I do beats easily
Rhyme and spew cheese so dudes ain’t seein’ me
Think a samurai with camouflage armor
With a sword sharper than the smartest author
This is a elegy written to a melody
On a easel The Beatles minus the LSD
Lucy in the sky with emeralds, I’m high no chemicals
My mind’s the pinnacle identical to Jay’s opus
Or great composers like Beethoven
I make some great poems
I been ill since using a pencil
My pen skill keep ‘em moving, I’m left field
Like number seven eleven I’m overstepping my bounds
Because now I’m coming up with a soccer reference
That’s my preference, my essence is so weird
I should move to a mountain and just grow a beard
I put things on my album you ain’t know was there
I’m back masking while you backpacking
You cats rapping, I’m laughing at ‘em
Tu pack, Tupac but I ain’t mad at ‘em
You can’t fathom another rapper gettin’ at him
It’s like taking a sword to try to split an atom
I’m a spitting image of images spittin’ at ‘em
’lil the only image that exists is just a frickin’ phantom

Verse 2:
I rush Limbaugh with his limp balls to his klan meeting
Call the Haitians up so they can come and stampede him
Seven hundred plus at the 700 Club
Messin’ up your stuff that’s unless you one of us
And one of us is in trouble, turn your flat into rubble
Pat, now who has the pact with the devil?
Trash you be talkin’ with a coon standing next to you
And all she said was “hm” and continued to shake her head to you
This just in, this is a [?] news flash, you cats from now on I will execute
Not literally but lyrically the death of you
Homicide spiritually, I swear it’ll be the end of you