Chaos                 
             
[Verse 1] *acapella* 
Yo yo yo 
Now ain't nobody fuckin wit the mastermind 
I'm like Einstein, a hundred and fifty times magnified 
Nickel and Teslin, Jon Von Neuman 
All wrapped up in the body in one human 
I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest 
I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris 
When it comes to rappin, I'll smash your ass 
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon 
I'll smack you wit a backhand 
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin at your catscan 
In between albums, I've become a masked man like Batman 
And stalk my own rap fans 
I'm like a madman fightin a war 
Throwin lightning rods, swingin lightning swords 
Blow you away wit a force that'll leave your body lost 
Gone, nothin to mourn, nothin to do a autopsy on 
I rock till I can't rock no more 
Till I can't get no mothafuckin props no more 
Till they boo me on stage when I'm out on tour 
Till 2000 B.C. ain't hot no more 
I'm a dragon wit the head of a lion, jaws be like saws grindin 
Claws rip through walls of cast iron 
I slap fire outta hoodlum, pull out steel and start shootin 
I clap iron like Duke Nukeum 
Try to attack 'Bis, you get your face stomped 
Flatter than a compact disc wit black Timbs 
Flatter than a Yankee baseball cap rim 
Flatter than the knife *Jigga* stabbed Un wit 

[Chorus] 
If you the first nigga that laugh 
I'll blow you in half 
The first nigga to talk trash 
I'ma blow you in half 
The first nigga to show your ass 
I'll blow you in half 
The first time'll be your last 
Cuz I'ma blow you in half 

[Verse 2] 
Yo check it *beat comes in* 
I destroy your whole city block when I'm ready to rock 
Blow the speaker box, magnetically shielded or not 
Magnetically energy poppin gates of radio waves 
Oscilate lyrics and beats copulate to pop your tape 
Manipulatin space in large proportions 
Millions of brain organs get lost when I start talkin 
About shit like supernatural forces 
Gnomes and theories and superstring theories 
Most of you mothafuckers barely 
Even understand the English language, much less think clearly 
When I die, will I go to Heaven or Hell 
Or will I end up in a place called the Van Allen Belt 
I researched my roots, lookin for proof 
The best place to hide a lie is between two truths 
The aftermath of a nuclear blast 
When the average death sentence becomes a dead paragraph 
I dig a 5 by 9 rectangle in the grass 
Reach your epitab and bury your ass 
As the coffin gets lowered into the ground slowly 
I'll sing all of your greatest hits, oldies on karaoke 

Chorus 2x 


             
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