Conceived: 2007 – 2012
Born: Summer 2007
Re-born: 6/24/2012

Classic! Me and Mark doing what we do!

Verse 1
You can't stand it biting on a hard like a sandwich
Ya’ damaged and jokin’ although I’m soft-spoken
Hard to digest infest in ya’ colon swollen
I put a big hole in, bust, the shit settles down like dust
And plus I'm eclectic. I'll leave you in a septic tank. It stank.
As fumes feel the rooms with ‘shrooms and bacteria and it's clearly a
Sad sight as I gets hyped tonight right
You're sickly, ya’ malnourished, my styles flourish
Like An Egyptian kinetic kemetic
Ivory tusk the musks, plus I just let it.
Rest at the top of my throne
With the scent of body oil cuz I'm going back home
I be on like a bandit I leave you stranded on an island with no food
Shit’s quite rude. Castaways has to say
Cast the first stone, I break the bones
My words cruise and bruise right through ya’ dumb clones
I tap the brain cause pain from a C5 fiber
Dripping at the mouth like a dog drips saliva
No vital signs cuz the death is obvious
But I’mma just go and get the electro physiologist
Defibrillate your heart rate from cardiac arrest
Lobotomize your brain from imprisonment yes
You can’t fuck with the Lyrical. Check what I'm telling you
It’s like you step to God and he put the fucking fear in you.

Verse 3
You can’t stand it. Smacked in ya face open handed
Strip your annual salary. Go ask Malory
Family Ties relies on nepotism
You’re highly suspect I step with skepticism
Shit y’all be kickin’ lightweight on some hacky sack
I’mma fuck around and bring the abstract back
The pretty boy Kappa, Que dogged the putty cat
AKA the pretty girl, ain’t no chance of hitting that
Calculate the Delta cuz I’m gonna make a change
Alpha, Beta to the Zeta. Why you lookin’ at me strange?
Like I’m speakin’ in Greek. Just my figure of speech
Cuz I’m speaking to each and all y’all bassackwards
It’s like your putting the hop before the hip
And tripped and slipped cuz ya Nikes lack grip
Dysplasia, while I daze and amaze ya
Spin ya ass around then I slice you with the razor
It’s over