Binary Star – Slang Blade II (Waterworld 3 Album)

Have you said yellin this,

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

Decompoze embellish

Lo speech impediment

Flows on a pedestal

Rooms call me Elephant

Bombing your caSsettlement

Resident of Terrorist

Not killing the heretics

With English speaking Arabic

I’m talking bout America

The Media with Narratives

Mr Wizard of Oz,

you might be thinkin Maryland

Wishin you had brain,

crows be on that scary ish

Lion/lying you sayin my science wasn’t on that rare ish

Need at least ten/Tin man, to BANG in comparison

Keep you on ya toes

Witch/which ever beat I cherry pick

Wide open layups

And high off the J’s butt

I climbed on the way up

Holdem up wait up, nope

Foot on the Break up

Wheels spinning
beginning
women
Mo-men-tum
straight up

My lines never enough

rhymes get buffet rushed

Skills, they pay da bills
eat a meal
lick the plate up

The only weight up

On scale 1 to 7 you get 8/ate up

Cookies I bake up

Tell’em to wake up

Sonny scare Cher and smear a lotta mascara

I handle Barbells
you boys Hannah Barbara

One Be Lo said/set it,

temperature dropping the weather

I sell a a Capella

like helicopter propeller

That’s Way over ya head of my time watching the weather

Strike a vibe voluntary involve not a vendetta

And then I kill his opinion

As tho I chill as the villain

As Proof you witness the killin

Some people listen to Dilla

Cold as Michigan winter

See ever finger that shiver

Don’t mean it’s pulling the trigger

More like a temperature feeling

Now clearly what you hear is a mirror image of Guinness

Cuz before the record ended I started a new beginning

From little pimpin’ to pilgrims

I circled around the building

Malcolm X/Exit and Enter

Metaphors in my lyrics

I Shredder

like Macaroni and Chedder for dinner

And most rap ninjas
snitches

kick it with splinter

Downtown drop it hot

I’m crowned Jean Basquiat

You crossin these words,

you da SAMO/ same ole
carbon cop

Always making something fresh for tomorrow

Beef-

you looking kinda loose in a taco

Magic-

my state of mind dropping outta college

You ain’t Worthy for the position

They shoot you in the googles

I hook’em like Abdul Jabbar,

do the puzzle

that’s As Salaam,

the Laker

the one, triple double

33 degrees

Phoenix, Zeus and Apollo

Compoze been freakin flows
since high school wit Rahlo

O Type, Juice, Chicago

the proof is in the bottle

I Cruise through deez Crews like the Coups in the Congo

Skills on the Console

Seals on the Envelope

fans fell Domino

one man yell Geronomooo

Pirate the guess spot

Find Treasure chest spot

Sniper taking my best shot

Aiming it at tha desk job

Over the limit the Michellins Spinnin’ I’m kicking it in yo’ face

If you wanna know what the hell it is?

That venomous poison slang

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