Here to manhandle your medulla I use the sonic waves transmitted through the Speaker cones Thus weaker tones get decimated Gaze upon my image and you’ll see who the magistrate is Aggravated rhythms react on vocal contact Syncopated with the syntax of brain synapses Perhaps its time to pen a rhyme Spread lines on a regulation sheet And lay heat The completed process can be heard throughout my catalog Expansive dialogue Composed prose compressed Into the best format suited for digital distro We make it official When we send you the signal Receive it Convert it Insert it inside your player Now your ears are under siege Surrender to the data slayer Penetrating all layers of resistance And persecuting purveyors of ignorance Their destruction is imminent
I’m like genocide on the beat
Killing it Slaying all around Dead data on the ground Wide makeshift morgue for fatalities I’m filling it Lay the music down Some seventy-two inches underground Fertilizing the soil from which I procreate Photosynthesizing ultraviolet sawtooths Want proof? Let me demonstrate my sonic prowess Like a stack of Marshalls battling a single flautist My sound commands power And will drown and devour Any brown nose biter I clown foes and tower Above Like a satellite Fools wanna ride the beat Ain’t even on the saddle right Steady floating in circles cause all they do is paddle right Slave to the sound waves Cognitive lights out with no lighthouse To guide Our metaphoric bandwagon on water That’s why I’ve come to slaughter unauthenticated authors