...stay tuned, and tune in to what I'm into, I now tweek the dials
to seek me out, ufo's flew out they closets by leaps and bounds
I squeezed 'em out, them malevolent beings shook as msg
the accent, mine is a black variation from s.p.
as I'm seeing thought do his thing, lucy seen my thoughts do they thing
if I'm bringing this all together, then s.p.'s the fort this king
fought to sustain as ours, evidence of my existance there
with y'all, you let it fall, the world's extinction isn't far
I only fight this hard due to slander, otherwise
their sorry asses wouldn't fear my plans in how they'll die
in perpituity, trying to define me as what I'm not
a molester of a child, to get that child's intestines brought
to his mother's doorstep, when in court just staring down his murderer
soon to see how long I hold a grudge, beg me not to murder ya'
and look, that's blood to me, death from above is love to me
a hug from me, and that sha' bitch better cuddle up to me
such is the undercurrent, the electrolytes of salt water
taffies in a box best describe niggas, this short order
cook got the others in the pit, carbon's their end result
for copying who they called the chimps, but thought lumped them to mulch
and I ain't looking for him yet, whoever he is be just
getting at 'em, but I ain't living in that co-existence mess...