DIRTY SALLY-
My delivery can be summed up as stealth squared
Too sick to be saved I'm beyond needing health care
Plus the fact that I never stop to consider the aftermath
Minus the time lost previous to the act of unraveled wrath
Multiplied by my need to avenge self for reputations sake
Divides my mind in two thinking twice when I'm facing fate
Blessed with the quick reflex to surpass the speed of text
There's no equation to madness it's a curse but I need the hex
You can't deny truth of arithmitic I got it down to a science
I solve problems by subtraction if you're not in compliance
For example 188 - You = merking and exile to the next level
And maybe you'll elevate for heavens sake if you don't see hell
The only evidence of my existance lies in a time line of events
The thoughts of a mangled head in a tangled web's irrelevance
I contemplate reproduction to balance the ratio of Lyricist vs Herb
Escalating till I reach the point of being near enough to superb
Too perfect 4 mismanagement what are the odds of that
Herbs marked for BANishment u know the mods love that
I maintain the discipline and the precision of physician
Tick goes boom I take satisfaction in your submission
I play this systematic like basketball I shoot for triple doubles
Hit 20+ heads with 10+ bars needing feedback for my trouble
And it's on to the next episode to fill my notebook w/ excess
Word Perfect and Dirty Sally taking care of unfinished business...
WORD~PERFECT-
This verse is time bomb...the words are the blueprints-
wired to blow this planet inhabitance per square inch
In 60 instants-I rip in 60 minute increments
A racist to discriminents-a contradiction to scholastics intelligence
Ain't no m.c. or entity seeing me- the Martyr- adding up to me...
It'd be easier calculating ridges on a quarter-
Or categorizing chinese scrable in alphabetical order-
Better still being an Arabian mig trying to cross the American borders.
When I lay my rhymes out they blow like mego mortars-
A master of fight music.... The maestro of capoeira-
The ONLY THE STRONG sequal when I spit 5 or betta. (better)
My thoughts calculate then capulate and infistate
Fornicate like Hispanics then populate across the 50 states
Call it the latin invasion- the manifestation-
Of a spic m.c. willing to fuck faster than bisexuals during ovulation.
My clock speed-is mach 3-multiplied by the mph of a Nissan skyline.
Divide by the bpm of a human heart when it flatlines.
Subtract that from the fact that I produce in each line-
Added to the rhyme I create and to leave s those whose opinion ate ate.
And you get the greatest lyricist to ever with rap tactics-
And if you don't understand the semantics-
You're a dumb fuck with no grasp on simple mathematics.
I break down m.c.'s to fractional halfs-50 percent wack the others are just ass.
Want to battle? That's like facing the Spanish armada
My metaphors are conquistadors with the life of a honda.
I'll out last you blast you cause I don't feel you if I can out skill you-
So ahead of time I'm in the past standing here right now to rekill you.
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