Smash, cornucopia, mind, kaleidoscope
man everything I write is dope
pop wheelie, brainfreeze, say cheese, wave and smile
c’mon, stay a while, drinks on me
the beat is three gees, the mindfuck is free
the evil doctor grins cunningly… or is that fiendishly?
I seem to have misplaced my dictionary
blank spots on a Rorschach test, I think in inkblots
Mr. President, rap’s a pitstop
to all you earthworms and germs who slept, you’re in debt
get crushed like insect without breaking sweat
the pace is breakneck, got a crowded shitlist
traitors get served first, and all you fakes next
you see the man hanging round town all chill
so you shake the man’s hand cuz the man all real
so you fucking fishface get smoke in your gills
like you’re standing on legs, man, you’re standing on stilts
you’re amongst monsters, some sleeping giants
inhaling experience and breathing science
but while we was earning stripes cats was peeping science
soaking up crazy game and sneaking by us
what can I say? I got a steep bias
rhyme mechanic, here to grease you squeaky tires
waking up in a bad dream, a scene of geek promoters, managers, and their geek clients
now it’s ’05 and nerd rap’s all the rage, cuz one nerd signing checks means ten onstage
put the mic down, go make some daisy chains
this is high intensity, get snapped like celery
a life of sin and rap’s the penalty
it’s a life of pain and rap’s the remedy
BLX, Halifax, get Xed from memory.