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Track 27

lyrics

(Verse)
Yo, I inseminate a beat to give birth to a verse, like a crossword puzzle, on a search for the words, l just reach into the alphabet and speak until the sounds are meshed into a pleasin' sequence that I read when I expound a sentence, 'cause most rappers are cardboard with cookie cutter rhymes, while I mastered the art form and took it to the skies, like a plane with my brain in the game when I say and create all the phrases to make a hot track, and like a gun when it's cocked back, I drop raps that'll cause damage to competitors if ever they talk back, you couldn't top that, if you had a cherry and a top hat, so fall back, these days rap is a joke, it should be packaged and sold, in the comedy section at the back of the sto', 'cause emcees are jokers like Heath Ledger, but soon their careers will be dead like Heath Ledger's, I'm like Eddie Vedder with a jam that's a pearl, or a diamond when I'm rhymin' and shinin', for the whole world, the Earth is a stage, from thirteen of age, I've been workin' with purpose and courage to flourish and change, lyricism is a process of growth, the content and flows refined through time with the songs that you wrote, diversifying like civil rights in an office, to lyrically split your wig like Dwight from The Office, my style's hard to pick up like rice is with chopsticks, constantly changing as my writin's evolvin', I got the keys to success, like I'm a locksmith, kickin' your tail, my foot right in your coccyx, hey, yo, I'm just a man with somethin' to prove, and you, you're just a fan with nothin' to do, so messin' with Chris's art, isn't smart, you couldn't rock raps with a mic if your name was Linkin Park

(Outro)
Stupid punk, Neptunes, yeah

credits

from Lyrical Combustion: The Mixtape, released March 31, 2009
Vocals written and performed by Christopher Michael Jensen.

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