Buddah MAC
12-11-06, 05:21 AM
flippin obscenities at ya like a dyslexic with tourretes
then flip that image on ya with locked and loaded turrets
so bear witness as I kick this right through your fragile temple
physically reform your mental, every syllable eventful
to tempt you into enterin where I make the system spin
Buddah-centric, when I invent it, headz gravitate to where I been
so they all left behind, for I’m ahead of my time
by light years, so don’t fear my 3059 shine
as it engulfs the planet, world turns how I planned it
when I set the spin in motion, 45 rpms
sharp tongue the needle touchin, drops in, groove seduction
whole world in my hands, shift for scratch production
why would you contest this? verbal high as Buddah bless this
I slam like shootin stars into multiple moon cresents
you a shadow in my incandescence, checkin mind games like chess, it’s
cuz you sleep I’m restless, and I expose, like breastesses
of college girls in videos, sh*t to question what you really know
and do it all over drums invoking Delfonic Philly soul
precise as atomic clocks, count down your half-life’s decay
an unknown on your block, no memorial mural to display
sh*t spit intricate cuz it’s laced with nanotechnologies
so when saliva hits, micro-bots reconstruct your genes
flip allelles like magnetic fields, best invest in a lead shield
for the powers that I wield, split atoms and I tag ‘em
like shadows burned in Hiroshima bricks
then recite the story over a breakbeat, blues licks
and whisky shots, eclipsing thought for the weekend so the week ends
through brain cells crucified so yesterday can play pretend
cycle of a snake with tale bitten, yeah, you lookin oroborous
cept I’m standin infinite, while you dread dust to dust
skill so high, head’s in clouds on other planets
and still grounded on the block the hand of fate handed
me as home, where voices in my head were cast from
I’m still seein hurdles hopin this is the last run
and it wasn’t practice, scream till each lung collapses
of love and Hip-Hop and how sh*t overlaps, just
common knowledge of verbal heat and denatured enzymes
non-spontaneous combustion, unparalleled construction
of rhyme beyond mere hype, bolder than headline type
slim your phattest sh*t like vertical stripes
when I rumble it’s off the richter, when I speak it’s modern scripture
and when the prophet preaches trust that this predictor
more accurate than the weather, fill a room like wet leather
smell, well, they want me for their country or whatever
stay Hip-Hop nation affiliated, verbal contract created
dotted line obligated to have the game reorientated
to my view, appropriate, for Buddah’s orient origin
asshole? I understand, it’s all they see when I ascend
battle cats cringe before me, 90% of mixtapes bore me
and irony is nominal pimps ignorant they whores, see,
no you don’t, naw, you won’t, today optical is optional
only opened if sex and money is topical, adoption will
make us family again, but if you my brethren
I’ll whup ya when you act wrong just so lessons sinkin in
red eyes open, Buddah smokin, evokin contact highs
hopin hope still lies somewhere in bald eagles and apple pie
controllin nothin ‘cept the outcome, calling wherever doubt’s from
and cursing the necessary abstract out as I succumb
relieve the tension as I mention the mic’s my soul’s extension
that reaches farther when it’s on, towards your ear, and wrenches
the pain from you, as my name comes true
and you wake awash in light hues you never knew
behind the lines the message lies, as stars shine thru daylight skies
and to bring day, I rise and shine so you surmise
your world correctly, lyrical phages still infecting
mushroom cloud the disrespecting, refusing fusion to protect me
fission rather, individualism will again matter
why fishing for fishers of men remains the main data
to be downloaded, and ain’t yet outmoded
til my apocalyptic sick sh*t is bottled and sold as
cure-alls while you’re all still emmersed in carcinogens
as I see played out and Hip-Hop blend to synonyms
I select the finest hops but the heard gets barley mush
generic feed indeed, so why so many actin lush
they know no alternative, so don’t understand my pleading
why my customary greeting’s become fists swung til you bleeding
those having upper hand now getting it chopped at the wrist
the verbal contortionist, givin all my joints a twist
then flip that image on ya with locked and loaded turrets
so bear witness as I kick this right through your fragile temple
physically reform your mental, every syllable eventful
to tempt you into enterin where I make the system spin
Buddah-centric, when I invent it, headz gravitate to where I been
so they all left behind, for I’m ahead of my time
by light years, so don’t fear my 3059 shine
as it engulfs the planet, world turns how I planned it
when I set the spin in motion, 45 rpms
sharp tongue the needle touchin, drops in, groove seduction
whole world in my hands, shift for scratch production
why would you contest this? verbal high as Buddah bless this
I slam like shootin stars into multiple moon cresents
you a shadow in my incandescence, checkin mind games like chess, it’s
cuz you sleep I’m restless, and I expose, like breastesses
of college girls in videos, sh*t to question what you really know
and do it all over drums invoking Delfonic Philly soul
precise as atomic clocks, count down your half-life’s decay
an unknown on your block, no memorial mural to display
sh*t spit intricate cuz it’s laced with nanotechnologies
so when saliva hits, micro-bots reconstruct your genes
flip allelles like magnetic fields, best invest in a lead shield
for the powers that I wield, split atoms and I tag ‘em
like shadows burned in Hiroshima bricks
then recite the story over a breakbeat, blues licks
and whisky shots, eclipsing thought for the weekend so the week ends
through brain cells crucified so yesterday can play pretend
cycle of a snake with tale bitten, yeah, you lookin oroborous
cept I’m standin infinite, while you dread dust to dust
skill so high, head’s in clouds on other planets
and still grounded on the block the hand of fate handed
me as home, where voices in my head were cast from
I’m still seein hurdles hopin this is the last run
and it wasn’t practice, scream till each lung collapses
of love and Hip-Hop and how sh*t overlaps, just
common knowledge of verbal heat and denatured enzymes
non-spontaneous combustion, unparalleled construction
of rhyme beyond mere hype, bolder than headline type
slim your phattest sh*t like vertical stripes
when I rumble it’s off the richter, when I speak it’s modern scripture
and when the prophet preaches trust that this predictor
more accurate than the weather, fill a room like wet leather
smell, well, they want me for their country or whatever
stay Hip-Hop nation affiliated, verbal contract created
dotted line obligated to have the game reorientated
to my view, appropriate, for Buddah’s orient origin
asshole? I understand, it’s all they see when I ascend
battle cats cringe before me, 90% of mixtapes bore me
and irony is nominal pimps ignorant they whores, see,
no you don’t, naw, you won’t, today optical is optional
only opened if sex and money is topical, adoption will
make us family again, but if you my brethren
I’ll whup ya when you act wrong just so lessons sinkin in
red eyes open, Buddah smokin, evokin contact highs
hopin hope still lies somewhere in bald eagles and apple pie
controllin nothin ‘cept the outcome, calling wherever doubt’s from
and cursing the necessary abstract out as I succumb
relieve the tension as I mention the mic’s my soul’s extension
that reaches farther when it’s on, towards your ear, and wrenches
the pain from you, as my name comes true
and you wake awash in light hues you never knew
behind the lines the message lies, as stars shine thru daylight skies
and to bring day, I rise and shine so you surmise
your world correctly, lyrical phages still infecting
mushroom cloud the disrespecting, refusing fusion to protect me
fission rather, individualism will again matter
why fishing for fishers of men remains the main data
to be downloaded, and ain’t yet outmoded
til my apocalyptic sick sh*t is bottled and sold as
cure-alls while you’re all still emmersed in carcinogens
as I see played out and Hip-Hop blend to synonyms
I select the finest hops but the heard gets barley mush
generic feed indeed, so why so many actin lush
they know no alternative, so don’t understand my pleading
why my customary greeting’s become fists swung til you bleeding
those having upper hand now getting it chopped at the wrist
the verbal contortionist, givin all my joints a twist