The musical magician, I said it before
breaking the stereo sets, aerial bombs dropping from lead and bore
damage to the charlatans armament
here's an offering, get off of it, the mic, and stop writing, you oughta get
departed kid, lyrical focus hopeless, you're marked in it
jealousy, the prideful demeanor, either you lost your wit
or everything about you is gone
shouting along my tracks, to aggravate these motherfuckers, what's wrong
voice too powerful for you? is that all that you got to say?
Collaborate? your added traits of aggression, essence of locked away
envious intentions, let me spit a question, listen
are you stupid, fuck with me and get a big infection, left him
awestruck-ed and embarrassed, you're careless?
Good, carry hoods like the milk man, with twelve cans of very good
nitrogen oxide, for people who want to laugh
the oxygen expired around you? So why you gonna gasp?