Phuck pictures, I paint poetic panoramics/ that heat shit up like the Atlantis/ Minus the protective ceramic/ Tiles...I titillate like Tantric/ Defy the laws of thermodynamics/ When I flex my iambic/ Pentameter/ On an amateur/ These combustible flow will damage a/ weak ass competitor/ like O-2 canisters/ blowin’ up cargo hulls-JET before I banish ya/ Cause my shit sizzles/ while you merely fizzle I’m a lightening storm-you’re drizzle/ I’m a sonic boom-you’re a dog whistle/ Inaudible/ Steppin’ to me ain’t plausible/ i.e. Mission Impossible/ trying to break down the water molecule/ He/ that be/ one HELLafied particle/ That’s pretty particular/ About rippin’ straight into ya/ Ventricular/ Cavities/ while blastin’ these/ molten lead lyrics at you colostomies (colostomy literally means an artificial anus) Like middle age mothers meandering though their silent passages I cause hot flashes kid, on your chest I leave gashes, shit & the only thing hot about you is your breath while I blaze (blaise) more than Pascal and Meth Offroad in a Chevy truck-Hot to death Simultaneously blow up spots from Seth's To Davey’s Corner back to the Verbal Vortex Snappin' more necks/ than chiropractors taking Norex Ill instincts induce I into leaving insolent idiots incinerated with illmatic injections/ of CONVECTION/ from the venerated most eSTEAMed emcee/ Puttin’ flames to the flimsy Apply torque to your proverbial KIMSCHEE (Kimschee is spicy fermented Cabbage- (to apply torque is to twist) Can you niggas feel me? Shits bleak/ when I phreak/ my PYROTECHNIQUES/ Blow like Plastique/ with each/ unique/ dose of illspeak/ Never tongue and cheek/though ya girl be tonguing me/ BLOWin’ my mind/ While I’m TORCHin’ that spine/ Fused your vertebra with phlogiston phrasin’ of my rhyme I burn down Structures like malls on fire/ Its the lyrical arsonist for hire/ Toasting asses on funeral pyres/ Like Orel Hersheiser/ Most get retired/ by my ire/ Even HELL DWELLERs perspire/ in my cypher.
(No disrespect intended-Just sayin’ I make it hot)
