Universe
08-18-07, 12:00 PM
"If I tell you I'm good, you would probably think I'm boasting. If I tell you I'm no good, you know I'm lying." - Bruce Lee
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Competing in this site proves how it’s better on top
I’m a meteorite, you lose ground whenever I drop
God packed his bags when Jesus Christ passed away
So if I call you stuck up, it seems I have you pegged
This debate’s got to end, Election Day stops it dead
Now ya mandating a policy like gay congressmen
Why make promises? The truth is most contradict
As soon as something becomes cool, it no longer is
I’m a warmonger; I know a few will target this
But sending troops off to war only fuels-the-argument
Rap is music’s garbage bin, so any job is wasted
You must be living in your head, you have no occupation
I’m dropping flames, watch as they approach your house
Cuz like a pimp, I’m a fire hose that don’t put out
To hell with rap dumb sh!t, why flash your smoke signals?
You telegraph punches, mine have their own ring tone
So think slow, and I’ll go fast like a Dalai Lama
Until you a-mountain-to-nothing like Mount Mazama
Those that divide and conquer will multiply no longer
I write inside liminal time, you all just dying authors
So to stop your dry spell, I’ll disappear for awhile
And hold you responsible like parents with their child
In denial, a twelve-step program’s hard to complete
This is the five point palm exploding heart technique
I kill abilities; don’t judge me for what I’m revealing
You may’ve found me guilty but my style’s appealing
Glass ceilings often leak, so what’s over top of me?
Palm trees... like drug deals so the cops don’t see
Cessna’s drop overseas, so to survive in a plane…
Make commercial-air-crafts like advertising a trade
I’m basically Howard Hughes near a crowded room
So I never take the germ-inside like the proudest Jew
Put this forum on notice, I’ll only house your crew
Like friends of agoraphobics, I’m looking out for you
You faked ya way in, but the weight you failed to lose...
Proves you couldn’t get fit shopping for a tailored suit
Well groomed, I pronounce you Chuck and Larry b!tch
Yeah I have a prior record, Richard’s fukkin’ hilarious
Vets will bury this, cuz the facts that I just spit…
Damages or mars their work like NASA scientists
I sold my sole like Iverson; Universe’s a slave to none
Yet I still rhyme with Lucifer in more ways than one
It’s a joke to some, but after dumping this full clip
Like being pissed with a loaded gun...
I’m number one with a bullet.
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Competing in this site proves how it’s better on top
I’m a meteorite, you lose ground whenever I drop
God packed his bags when Jesus Christ passed away
So if I call you stuck up, it seems I have you pegged
This debate’s got to end, Election Day stops it dead
Now ya mandating a policy like gay congressmen
Why make promises? The truth is most contradict
As soon as something becomes cool, it no longer is
I’m a warmonger; I know a few will target this
But sending troops off to war only fuels-the-argument
Rap is music’s garbage bin, so any job is wasted
You must be living in your head, you have no occupation
I’m dropping flames, watch as they approach your house
Cuz like a pimp, I’m a fire hose that don’t put out
To hell with rap dumb sh!t, why flash your smoke signals?
You telegraph punches, mine have their own ring tone
So think slow, and I’ll go fast like a Dalai Lama
Until you a-mountain-to-nothing like Mount Mazama
Those that divide and conquer will multiply no longer
I write inside liminal time, you all just dying authors
So to stop your dry spell, I’ll disappear for awhile
And hold you responsible like parents with their child
In denial, a twelve-step program’s hard to complete
This is the five point palm exploding heart technique
I kill abilities; don’t judge me for what I’m revealing
You may’ve found me guilty but my style’s appealing
Glass ceilings often leak, so what’s over top of me?
Palm trees... like drug deals so the cops don’t see
Cessna’s drop overseas, so to survive in a plane…
Make commercial-air-crafts like advertising a trade
I’m basically Howard Hughes near a crowded room
So I never take the germ-inside like the proudest Jew
Put this forum on notice, I’ll only house your crew
Like friends of agoraphobics, I’m looking out for you
You faked ya way in, but the weight you failed to lose...
Proves you couldn’t get fit shopping for a tailored suit
Well groomed, I pronounce you Chuck and Larry b!tch
Yeah I have a prior record, Richard’s fukkin’ hilarious
Vets will bury this, cuz the facts that I just spit…
Damages or mars their work like NASA scientists
I sold my sole like Iverson; Universe’s a slave to none
Yet I still rhyme with Lucifer in more ways than one
It’s a joke to some, but after dumping this full clip
Like being pissed with a loaded gun...
I’m number one with a bullet.