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Lyrics
Telekinetic rhyme connection, keeping your attention, focused in this new direction,
With affection, the introduction to peripheral dimensions,
Elevate your mind at my discretion with lyrical inventions.
Tighter than a wrench, with fingers on the pulse of global tensions,
Whack rhymes leave stench behind, mine are aromatic and refreshing,
I’m not stressing, I keep you guessing, I count my blessings.
And if when dis you don’t get mad, because I’m only messing.
About the guns you say you tote, or the weak-ass hook you wrote,
If I was your teacher I’d send you home with unsatisfactory yellow note.
My technique is mandatory learning for all hip-hop elementaries,
So let’s dispense with the pleasantries, shall we?
I wreck mc’s like dextromothorphylhydrobromide kills your cough,
Mc’s to leave choking, so I bring free inhalers when I break em off.
And for Halloween next year you might as well dress up as me,
So you can pretend for one night that you’re a hip-hop MC.
I’m the primeval visionary, the key to victory,
I haven’t lost a battle since I was 9 years old in 83.
You can’t see me, even with Cliff notes I’m a mystery,
And all my rhymes make history.
The Rub-A-Dub is a complicated man, nobody quite understands him
Like one lady can when she takes my hand,
It’s no wonder I love her, and I hope she knows that I’m proud of her,
The lovely lady Lotus she’s my one and only lover.
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