Too Complex

[Scratch Hook]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

[Verse One]

Deep in the depths of the mind

The pro is prime, trapped like a mime

In the same space and time, lifeless

Vocals excel when trifers

Centerfold of your ciphers

My aura shines divine, priceless

Much to complex to yap

Maybe perhaps when I think of rap

My thinkin' cap (what?)

Reveals the skills unlimited

Rappers be half as great

Mentally they can't elaborate

So they exaggerate and fabricate

My words collaborate, formulatin' a sentence

It's all ill when the blunted mind defense this

Intense mechanism

Respect next to wisdom

Makes the god's mental

Inflammable grammable feel gentile

Reignin' dominate

We be the essential

I sense y'all don't know the art

Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart

It's like sweet sorrow

Bottles I follow catch wreck

Engine's to my comprehension be just too complex

To get vex and just step

I'd rather snatch a rapper's rep

Ruin it to a degree

Breakin' them into debris

Vocally, y'all label me as the illest mic killa

Top biller

Still in the grind, the mind driller

Sublime thriller

Poetically is how I'm depicted

The rhythm's got me addicted so my ill skill inflicts it

On any device

Nice

Similar, the verbal Christ

Enormous, my performance equally will be precise

We puttin' rappers on ice

The ultimate heist

Most of 'em should have thought twice now they're payin' the price

I knock 'em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect

The engine's to my comprehension is just too complex

[Scratch Hook]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

Much too complex

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex"

[Verse Two]

To M.C. the art of rhymin' should be pure and natural

When I think of all these ill skills, international

You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet

****** is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments

Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal

Borderline, subliminal

One of the earth's finest minerals

I'm past the pinnacle

And still I hold my fort like a general

Intervals, all excerpt the maximum

Release the minimal energy

Cock me back

Hennesy's sure to blur the memory

Remember me, that ill *****?

I still trigger

Thoughts sporadic set to peel ******

Standards

Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge

I recite slurs with the right words

What occurs when I conjure

Illest spirits from beyond ya

You was warned like Alaja

The drama ganja drains away

Plain as day

When my mind's A.K. spray in the A.K.A

Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin

Fry

Mass murderous

The illest ****** we devour from out the dark

So kill the talk

Either that or walk the walk

You claim you had your **** together now it's fallin' apart

Lyin' lion, no heart

Who woulda thought you'd be wack?

We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin' it back

I only boogie from a track when mad ****** react

We specify the artifacts and represent 'em on wax

It' complex

[Scratch Hook]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

Much too complex

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex

Much too complex"

[Verse Three]

Let's take a deep breath and inhale and exhale

For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed

**** the fan ****, it's about to hit the windmills

What I reveal, not omni still it's strictly been real

Y'all know the deal, skills

Steelos, alter egos

Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought

Vocals distort, shorts the sequels

Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil

The crowds will come

Like throwin' crumbs to the seagulls

Too predictable

Old folks pray in cathedrals

Tryin' to live that better life legal

Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things

I'm wanted

Plus everything is real when you're blunted

These days the trees blaze

F doin' the shade

We backspin 'em like the DJs

Playa be swaze

I'm the live one

Mic's like a knife

Cuttin' you down to size in

The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin'

We wise men

Puzzle your thoughts

It ain't surprisin'

I set it off like horizons

No mistakes allowed

Strategically, it's like I'm movin' the crowd

I'm lickin' shots, bustin' up at the clouds

We be audacious, treadin' on glaciers

Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers

On the earth there ain't a place you can run to hide

When my sets collide with your planet

Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite

Very few can understand it

The dialect I wreck

Perfects my mic's *** when the thoughts connect

The engine to my comprehension is just CCC

The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo]

[Scratch Hook]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'