"THE YIN and THE YANG" featuring Sheepish Lord
right before Ramadan, Islamic militants bombed Bali
while day and night I pray with humility and bother nobody like La Di Da Di
eat au gratin and pasta dishes topped with grilled-fish and Indian poppy
wardrobe king like Cappadonna
rockin the analog-dial Fossil watch, Timbo jacket and solid-chocolate Wallabees
never sloppy, always positive energy like the philosophy of Pilates
follow me
I'm inna lyrical super-crew thats got an electronic hiphop monopoly
armada phatter than Yokohama Paradas wrapped around deep-dish rims on a black Denali
all praise due to the Son of the Madonna
form spiritual bonds with God the Father, the Apostles, the Dalai Lama and Mahatma Gandhi
rhyme holocaust honestly
rappers crash into prickly apple trees like The Big Bopper, Ritchie Valens and Buddy Holly
olive branches snap
Scud missles volley
swarm cities and valleys like the November Obama rally that saw 63 million polly
Johannesburg Cabinet can't sponsor the policy of Zimbabwe's Robert Mugabe
hot spots like the streets in Gaza and Basra manifest constantly
still I hold light like kinaras on Kwanzaa and keep doin' me
box in hand amped like Ghost's 4-finger ring
robed champ like Calzaghe and Muhammad Ali
glock go pop like Bob Digi
doctors pull bullets out of your wigtop with scopes fiber-optically
War and Peace
challenge me and see the eulogy of a kamikaze spoken properly
copped a Katana in Osaka
sword slash with Samurai mask yo somebody stop me
Ultimo crab files you lone dogged Romeos are zeroes
My tapestry be tossed in Attica classical Vatican that never went to ROME/
Tombstone pile drive domes into hounds lion shares be rare
Bear my fruit recruits be minute as plausible bits ripped/
Risqué Brusque spit a fish fillet leave most giggling off my experiments
Trigger after shocks like “The LA Riot’s” stay disguised as “Pirates”/
Soul swipe iron tight clad portions be fortunes launched in caution
Catching reds wit dead weeds in depths be sharks at the bottoms of pits/
Flow be synced when I rep fire my yang side
Are signatures all absolved pictures too much to flicker/
Tripping the “RIFF” gifted the slips I nip and tuck
Any rapper looking to get sliced and “TANGED”/
Once I ring the bells multiples of 9 get sprung
Driven the 13th monk struck swing for the meridian/
Hold cha cards parched on the chest of the antiquities
Spitting wit the “NIGGA PLEASE” slang talk most can’t board walk/
Cram the craw up your raw ass my glass bubble never shatters
I book you five my elements be bushido drive/
Coming wit more “Earth, Wind, Water, Fire and Heart” than any “Planeteer”
Drink a beer I got slugs that wig out driven back you lugs wit “Earthworm Jim” clicks/
Highlight cha mind martial actual factual cracks be shown in armors
When I pierce a track I come back to life as more chaotic than ever/
Sever any Chevy’s I chase cats like a dog trying snip the cord
Check the boards I got “four thousand one hundred and twenty two”
Ways to spill your guts or your get sliced like hairs on your nuts get shaven/
Deadly when I’m plaguing waging “War & Peace” wit more “Ultra Travesty’s”
Just another way to tell any potential egotistical spitting wit no credentials/
You can’t hack it G…even when I’m packaged as the “Lord of Chaos”
I display more odds than simulations can create or even approximate/
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