[Intro]
Like this!
We're gonna take it back to the golden age
Edan, buss it

[Sample: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury]
The pain's a migraine every time ya think

[Verse 1]
Migraine assault or halt a slug that tries
To catapult above my lyrical exercise
Critical pesticides will rest inside your legs
Chest and eyes, giving excess demise
To those who pose a threat, I'm so deceptive
Schemes of rhyme climb, finally flows connected
Don't neglect it once, flows corrected dunce
Who's interpretaion of elevation is a quest for blunts
And herbs, punching nerds
Dead in they headpiece, repetitive MCs
I fed 'em a leadpiece consisting of tongue twisting
Hollow tips that penetrate their hypothalamus
For trying to follow this long and windy road
That leads to cerebal kids to try and decode
My speech patterns, someone interrupts my train of thought
I leave Saturn, teleport back to the streets
Mad and depressed from the stress that reality brings
Stay away from saturation sort of like a calorie thing
I battle myself with the lights off, on my T La Rock
If you were my nuts, you'd love yourself, 'cause you would be the jock
That you ride, more flavour then sodium chloride
I bust your platinum plaque, in flodium floride
In the gums of chums who brush to crush germs
And don't have bust jerks and work on crush grooves
And flush dudes down the toilet for acting shitty
When I ain't producing, rhyming or cutting, I'm smacking titties
Or acting silly, I tend to smash committees
Who come half committed and dumb surpass your city
With one passionately comprised verse, your eyes hurt
When I made a snack of your brain, I ordered fries first
[Sample: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury]
The pain's a migraine every time ya think
I haunt if you want the style I possess
I bless the child, the earth, the gods and bomb the rest

[Verse 2]
MCs are dog shit terrible
I walk with bearable flows that evolve into hysterical throws
Of rage, I chose a page that arose from the olden days
And put your face in a molten glaze
Behold the maze, it is a result of phrases
Ultimatums are made when the culture stays
In phases that keep vultures paid
Amazing cultivations leave 'em dazed and ultrawasted
I open up my vault of statements
The hall, the weightless
And catapult abrasive basement tapes
Into the faces of your basic fakes
Basic training making sure my frames in shape
Refraining from fracturing the Freudian fragments of my brain
Train rhyme is giving 'em sodium tablets for nutrients
You three in the corner (oughta) oughta (oughta) be a-
Shamed of yourselves like squirts of diarrhea
Missing the toilet, pissing on foiled pests
Meditate at pedal pace to let the thugs uncoil best
I hoist fresh voice networks to let jerks know
They can't enter the exploits of an expert
I exert forces to make your head and neck work
Or shift in accordance with a beat that's undistorted
In fact it's crispness, G Rap's lisp recieved faxes
Containing blueprints of my vocal axis
Poking axes causing more than a mind strain
My knowledge or wisdom a lyrical rhythm'll give 'em a migraine
And all you weak MCs will catch a mega-penis
Like that!
[Sample scratched: Eric B. & Rakim - Lyrics of Fury]
The pain's a migraine every time ya think
It's only one capable, breaks the unbreakable
Melodies-unmakable, pattern-unescapable