Who Am I?

[Verse 1]
When I hear ass backwards bastards basting beats with wack words
And blasphemous tactics I die inside like Cyanide
Silence I'd rather hear I hold this rather dear and leave you trapped like deer
In the headlights of your all consuming stereotypes
My stereo types letters of resignation upon recognition
Of your tape playing on decks within its system
As it enters self destruction, squelch discussion on these simple matters
Since the average senseless chatter sends us data centuries backwards
And perhaps I blame this on the blankness stated in your blanket statements
With basis stasis I'll blank your slate if the opportunity arrives
To stop your lunacy cries of loosely knit sighs of sadness
That last a vast stint once stagnance hit your forlorn
After which foregone conclusion are clued in to loose end anecdotes
Featuring handmade quotes, can't get past my man-made moat
Of circular rhymes
In the circus you'll climb as a mental freak
Not meant to seep into the fabrics of my soul
Fragments of control hinder your abilities while splintering facilities
Causing mental revolution, your mental sends pollutants
In the environment
In a vile sense, we're the same
Since our aim remains to make each others jobs more difficult
Yet your distant gloats just can't float on my evaporated seas
Perhaps we'll wait and see how this destructive conflict ends
But buss how if you win
I'll become a brown cloak on the ground
Your soul I'll hound more powerful than you can fathom when I fan some some spirited lyrics in your direction
Your reflection lead to self doubt that swarms like locusts
While I remain the chosen focus of your internal dialogue
You're inoperable like a sundial in fog
Obsolete
When I ? like spheres from Reptile jeer you for your textiles
Can't compare to complex styles needed for crossbreeding
Counter cultures cross bearing
For clowns and vultures dosed with jolts of pontiff concepts that contract jaundice
While joint stints Northern strips more than strip
The bright eyed bushy tailed the lightside should prevail, so your light side to no avail
You should of learned your lesson simply lied and simplified
Your message is more or less that your moral lesson is simply dead in my eyes

[Hook]
Alaska
Master of brainiac super fly

I'm simply tearing through your simple satirical mirrored bull
That's clearly swill and clear its still Clearasil can't cleanse your blemished surface
In the end your worthless placed in work camps
To make vanity Alaska license plates you lice will pay
When my Lysol spray disinfects your sickly nest
Sickening mess that's meant for mass consumption
Lumped in vast assumption your caste is crumbling
When I cast my stumbling blocks you sinners flock to my skinners block
Gold skin ox quest for cheese
But once you hit the switch, I switch from currency to currencies of 9000 volts
In my seas currently there's 9000 boats
Poised to attack with tactical tact
In fact the tacky and wack are trapped
There's no escape at that rate you're lapped once our sect hits parsec
Circle your wagons
And I'll still work your lagging barnacle encrusted rusted idle warship
I've had enough of idol worship
That's warped shit
Only you grant credibility
I run the gamut on incredible ability your decrepit facility
Reflects sterility through exercises in futility
I skillfully gather virility at Indian point nuclear power generators
Whose copies lose quality with every generation degradation to inaudible audio
Less than original visual holding candle light vigils
Till the death of individualism in this land of no vision
I'm fed up with wretched retrograde rejects with weak text
You made your bed so lie in it
With your security blanket like Linus
I draw the line at this
Dare you to knock this battery off my shoulder that awful odor is your decomposing composition's
Constant wishing it was written by Alaska
As for actors asthmas a factor because you lack the breath control
From asbestos inhalation
Your best flows an imitation of my masterpiece
This master seems to block out the sun
Forced to live in my shadows like Punxsutawney Phil
I'm so much beyond your skills it's disgusting distinguished professors discussing
What this linguist treasure is busting