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Mutant power
From the black star
Came down on the man in a black shiny car
Words can’t express can you tell me who you are
All I know is they will never be up to par

Where my heart at
Mutant power possessed
Now I got a rocket launcher hangin out of my back
Black
Gloves now ain’t no accessory
It’s what they call gangsta cause they never come off
But that’s what worries me
And I can turn in a wolf
And I turn em to ducks but no hunter can shoot
They give names to superheroes and villains
I would never want to have a name,
All I want is a super whip and a super villa
True
Mutant
Cause I really can glow
Uncontrollable shine from my neck, arms
And the teeth is gold
Titanium skeleton, adamantium
Wolverine shit X Men versus Scanners and
I really don’t know what to do
It’s all fear and hostility when I come through
They prolly don’t know my laser vision can see through time
As I predict they fortune they tell me what’s mine
Mutant

Power from the throat of the universe
Deep in the heart of the universe
Bending space & time
Body of Megatron and a face of lion
Mutant
Acid spilled on the Nikes
80’s colors rave colors
Sabre tooth parallel universe sidekick
And shades that pack up lightings
Mutant

One never regrets a failure
I’m optimistic even though my head is like a radar
On the screen got them fools and chickens
Lifestyles the lifesaver
You ready for the major slick flavor
Oozing out your speakers and bass systems
I shift shapes so much you though I was a power ranger
I got powers ranging from flow alteration to time travellin
And the beam that make em hoes wanna hop in
So shameless
How my four-finger right from the 80-ies
Tore back her pussy tissue
I’m sorry baby
I will pull up
And I will lift up, doors and transform into
An Optimus truck
Crooked eye that I can pull out and fire up
So that you don’t ask no question bout these shades when the night is up
Now where the real live people turn it up
And if you a cosmic undead I suggest you pick yo jaw up
I’m comin

I know the flow so cold it got your nose running
But you will need something more than just a handkerchief
More than what you get when you explore the other planets
So get with this or get with that
Get with me mohfucka it’s a wrap
Mark my words