[Intro]
Yeah, this goes out to Organized Konfusion
Check this shit out, alright?

[Verse 1]
Wake up to the mathematics of an erratic rap
Rejuvenator of rhyme, that sort of come automatic
Poetical medical medicine for the cerebellum
I divert 'em and flirt 'em, insert 'em then I repel 'em
A breakdown, poetical shakedown
Fifty-two pick-up a stick-up so get on the floor facedown
The ammo to keep the people steppin'
Breakin' open thе vault because I'm like a vеrbal assault weapon
I'm mathematical, acrobatical
Attack the wack, take rap to the maximum
You're strung out, you're hung out when you heard the style that I brung out of thin air
Must come out my mouth where I stick my tongue out in the atmosphere
Take a good look at what's happening here
On the microphone, I'm rappin'
Pickin' 'em, stickin' 'em up
Breakin' 'em, shakin' 'em up and bashin'
The lyric dictator, the aviator of antonym
All beware to prepare for the guillotine
Rhymes go express, expert, extreme
Be up to par with wisdom and intellect
Detaching one's head directly from one's neck
Still I've been illing and drilling your brain
Like a villain I came in the darkness to spark the literature for sure
When I rhyme for the prisoners of war
[Interlude]
Yeah, let's do another verse, I liked that one
Alright, here it goes right now, yo

[Verse 2]
I drop, smash and cause a damage equivalent to a hydrogen bomb
Raidin' villages like a poetical soldier in Vietnam
Poetry releasin' deadly gasses
Bodies deteriorating as they stalk past the fatal acids
As a rebel of rap, I stop
Load the Luger as I maneuver with precaution
As I verbally counterattack
Striking like a mad sniper 'cause I'm the type of hyperactive viper
To wipe away the enemy with no remedy
'Cause I'm the epitome so don't try to get rid of me
You little itty-bitty twenty-five automatic, you're killin' me
'Cause I'm a Glock 9 that will rock your mind, distortin' it
Shorten your brainwaves
As the rhyme intertwine with the sign of the times
Don't sleep 'cause I creep attackin' from the side that is blind
Therefore I gotta be hard to the core
And I walk as a prisoner of war

[Outro]
Whoa
See ya