Test e’m in the box, I ring out mentals like wash rags
Body bags slosh on the couches of the lyrical
Deading debts you unpaying when I’m willing and able
Dreading iron horses I’m never fragile like porcelain
Mastering optics over obstacles when I draft sketches
Prepping those on the benches
We running them into the ground
You can try and master my style like the triangle offense
When you’re offensive to my zone defense
I can battle you verbally, spiritually
Intently I scribe tablets strike what I write
When you smite topics like “Did Han shoot first”

You can’t be inside my head
I can play make my actions like back blocking yours
You can mighty slug it out the park all day
At the end of the day we’re all just humans

Let’s get it fuming, let’s get it fuming
No huffing and puffing around
We gonna get it burning….
Watch it my head is turning…..

What’s it worth, what’s the robotics about, what the linguistics you kick
I’m a move first ask questions later type of fella
Flip your flavor, slight what scribe on IRC chatter and internet forums
You blogosphere text pattern rapidly descending migrant
Optional subtext categorize waterslide wash up
Unicode drop a flow through the faucet
Call it your “Final Fantasy”
I got more than seven in Heaven sword
I don’t need to buster blade you like custom models
You can get Preowned like video games from Game Stop
Or you can hit the bricks this ain’t dope, get tore up from the floor up
There isn’t no question, tear apart cha section
There ain’t no half stepping, when I flip the light switch on
I got ballistic like shooting stars, “Fist of the North Star”

You can’t be inside my head
I can play make my actions like back blocking yours
You can mighty slug it out the park all day
At the end of the day we’re all just humans

Let’s get it fuming, let’s get it fuming
No huffing and puffing around
We gonna get it burning….
Watch it my head is turning…..