[Intro: sample]His words like wings across the battered skiesOf all illiteracies[Bronze Nazareth]Science Olympia, rhyming on empty padDevour the hymen, I'm grinding like this track was assHere's some medicine, radios won't let me inNever sin when it comes to severing a clever penThis is how we measure men, no rhymes will ever sendme into a frenzy again 'cause, condemn the empty windFable with golden words or filthy stolen verbsRock them like glass pipes, strike like they're high twiceLike it's from my life, nasty on the iron pipesWhat ever strikes a better fightI'm better than you, ask your Old Earth for a-alikesMy radar strikes to aim my vice grip, range is niceAim is twice that of navy seals, aiming at lidless tapSpill your wig 'cause red squirt on your dress slacksMy pen light but enlight, send you to Heaven twiceOnce to bring back Pun, the second to end your lifeSnipe concise, my life is defined between the blue lines of college crew notebooksAnd rhymes and audio fives with no hooksI use heat like a cook, keep your cipher shuckLike Michael walking three miles with a pipe and hookI'm slightly crook but a good man who doesn't have a touchToting a dutch, with a razor under a cobra clutch, slow or rushed'Cause words take a minute to touch, I grimace and bustOut of limits is touch this, send you to the 'Twilight Zone'I'm high like what's glowing when the skylights is onUnidentified objects are blown from the concrete stoneI'm nasty like bones underneath killers' homes[Chorus: Kevlaar 7]Push the blade inside, reside in cemeteriesLegendary Virgin Mary, blueberry rhyme wind gustDuck sixteen rhymes bitch, I got seventeen bulletsLeave you full of death breath and blood nigga[Bronze Nazareth]I'm double good, probably double wood on shelvesI might as well be sent to Hell 'cause I'm the Devil himselfThe vocal booth, crack your molar toothBuilt the solar crew, keep your sonar cubesTo the Wu-Tang school with Sunz of ManWho run the wind, earth and fire, moms burnt McGuyverBut near the city power wires, rain, shower, firesAnd drowned men in wind, the seminal's inThey hear such homicide againThe coroner came in and said 'He Died from Pen'[Chorus: Kevlaar 7]Push the blade inside, reside in cemeteriesLegendary Virgin Mary, blueberry rhyme wind gustDuck sixteen times bitch, I got seventeen bulletsLeave you full of death breath and blood hiccups