Lyrics:
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
the black man is
Stay in tune to the masters and unplug from the bandits
The tongue of torture, depravity, and brutal incision
The lip of sorrow, the hate
rhyme ignites
All types of words I write, put in flight
Rappers evaporate to vapor, I drop science on paper
And then build a skyscraper
When I
Of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad
The sign of in between the El Rook'n, and El DeBarge
Metaphorically massage, verbal hajj
I take over breaks and chop
ignites
All types of words I write, put in flight
Rappers evaporate to vapor
I drop science on paper and then build a skyscraper
When I die, scientists will
internet intertwining
Silver lining, diamond mine to
Mind of a diamond, refine and
Analyze and I'm grinding
I was not made for 9 to 5'in
Design a rhyme
and star
Knowledge of Self, degree of twenty-one after
Peace in the name of I Self Lord and Master
I come to teach and preach and reach and each
with
the love, redheads came in
Show me the wizard, technology spin
Yellow jumpsuits, oddly created
Worlds of my own design populated
With who I want, because I
A hybrid design, seven-hundred thirty-thousand gauss
for all types of DC residents, absorbed in
flowin through fifteen=thousand one-hundred watt,
Digital ecstasy Machinery out of control
Digital emergency Science is taking its toll
Artificial intelligence reproducing itself Born in the void
to the exterior
Imperial superior, you're inferior
Intelligent trooper, I detect
And I design paragraphs like a architect
Spittin fire like a serpent, lyrical
matters now anyhow
Wary of burial grounds when you're on the route
Surprise, surprise. Look who's arrived
Its Master Beaster, lyricist in disguise
I'm just
stay on hiatus, Limitless is the process
Always chasing the profit Never splitting in the middle
Like violins, strings, and a fiddle Digital dash, okay
which simply is
The statement's brevity reflects that of our lives'
Verbosity useless
The most lamentable design
Too cognizant of our pitiless master
Who
Chop it up with Siri I'm the master
At least she let it seem so
Alexa moving faster
Askin all the A.I. can they communicate
All the best ways humans in
Technology intertwines and better yet it abides
With perceivable, Natural, mathematic design
Yeah, the sciences and art further correlate
Mathematicians are
Well it's the rap beautician
The facts you listen
I blast through rhythms like hash through your system
True in love and wisdom
Well off
Thinkin' I can't figure out the schematics
Of your lazy, automatic state of grind
Zero to one, I'm binary in my design
And some will never know
The formula
where the shadows play, the savants' minds lead the way
Each a master of their own fray, united in the night's array
(Watch us) As we lay the tracks for
mother's a horse
I'm the reason, your parents divorced
Yo! I can cook you some sushi
That is my design, raw and juicy
And tonight we dine, in a pizza hotel
the ocular
Modular designs far from a commoner
This weird science never been a follower
Active Psycho drum lord moniker
Apply pressure then break the barometer
Moving in silence I'm using a science
Cook my own beats don't need an appliance
Can't cope with emotion I blame My environment
My mom bottles it up
write your logic / function components
Emerged a way to design from the bottom up
I don't need to know the entire form to start
Point me in the direction
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