feat. Vast Aire, Yeshua Da Poed [Sample from "Snatch"] "Do you know what 'nemesis' means? A righteous infliction of retribution Manifested by an appropriate agent.... Personified in this case by me"
[Aesop Rock] We're all in the same gang, bread and butter Just a couple subdivisions who naturally hate each other Influences shark biting the fuck outta your brother Friendship is Professor Plum ratting on Colonel Mustard You are now witnessing the world's most craft version Of a barnstormer, reveal time with a jagged edge Arm mortars and ?free minds? for a bastard sledge On the style diamond cutter Swung before that magnificent havok sketch You fidget like a nervous culprit gulping Sweat a bullet, dead a bullshit sequence reactor Speaking disaster Who leaped off the canvas to provoke a ?style miner? Fake as the grass with a sturdy belly and his work to sell me I got my word to tell you I got absurd magic For the forks like pistons pumping through the realm my family habits (?Madder or Rabbit Hat? combination) Nah, more like I'm spitting pixleak dust Till the mixed vapor community combusts
[Yeshua Da Poed] I hold words for ransom Demand some attention pays Not to mention praise for their release on a page It might amaze the light of day I never said I, gave, them all, the fight to be brave More insight to behave Raw like them others Whose ads have been paid for by some brothers While some of us lie in the eyes of others I discovered another way to stay undercover Kill everyone involved, Unsolve Mysteries, this to me is how to leave matters resolved Out of this all, you should take a break, ask the fake Get snatched out your habitat and left on the side of alake I try to debate Whether a clean getaway is harder to make Than a call to the cleaners Dropped off a seamless bag Zipped it up with enough cash to pay the cat With the aqua demeanor
[Vast Aire] God is a name I call myself I don't like Ugly, Original, Synthetic I breathe rusty air logic It becomes the lung, the mind is a closet That is if it's a walk-in, cuz I'm open You fell from the clips of weakness, I scoped it I'll ball your rhyme up and stuff it inside my mouth As if this was the first grade...(C'mon man) And you'll just stand there Your eyes'll water up And your teeth'll grind cuz you rhyme first grade Seeing me is like time, I'm a caged poet But I think life is more than a jail sentence That's why I, took my time Doing calisthenics which euphemisms to hand out a life sentence When I rhyme, I put my ass crack in it And you in a glass bottom boat with a crack in it So fuck your attitude My poetry's position is the sole definition of latitude
"Sinister" *repeated*
"You tell the angels in heaven you've never seen An evil so singular personified as you being hit In the face by the man who killed you"