[Intro]
Yeah
(Statik Selektah)
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
[Verse 1: Lukah]
What I write and deliver causes earth tremors
These tempered niggas get disfigured by crazy shit I render
It's the South Memphis presenter with the gold dentures
The mindbender, they can't see me, it's like I'm Rodney Skinner
I'm what the raw engenders, this Godbody splendor
You get dismembered, but fools dare to answer, the slang is for the members
Your favorite rapper's tormentor
I can never be decent to remain uninjured, country needs sonics that leaves your mind splintered
The ancient descriptor with valuable information
Revealing what's in the vault will send shockwaves throughout the population
So make no speculations, I caused the congregations
Need this beat, the mic, we make the deadliest conglomeration
No, fake niggas are not allowed in my coronation
I infinitely carry on while others meet their dates of expiration
Sometimes I wonder did Mama really know what she was raising
To all infections of the inoculation
Gun experimentations, I brought my clown killer 'case niggas think it's circus
And I will put your ass beneath the surface
To show up at your service, they clapped the man in the clergy surplice
And I'ma make sure your ass never resurfaced
Fire at will with purpose what you expect, nigga? I'm from the M
South side of death, you hear about us? Oh, yeah, I'm one of them
Can escape the den and fucking with wolves, your days will become grim
Cursed at birth so I might have to pop 'em nigga, we all condemned
We're broke beyond mans but let's focus on the rap function
I'm Kobe Smith and Elsworth Johnson
A complicated being, but I can never hurt a man for no reason
I'm for the people, but still pistol squeezing
Good riddance to all the weaklings, they're afraid to stand on the precipice
When their at war we might have to jump, there'll be no armistice
I break boundaries and walls when using this armoured fist
I'm black excellence, motherfuck them in their analysis
[Chorus]
There's strange linguistics, ill hieroglyphics
Written in stone for all to bear witness
For all these strange times we offer strange visions
The raw comprehension, these words are ammunition
Strange linguistics, ill hieroglyphics
Written in stone for all to bear witness
For all these strange times we offer strange visions
The raw comprehension, these words are ammunition
[Verse 2: Termanology]
Me and Luka, like Luka and Kyrie
Or Tatum and JB, or Bron and AD
I don't pay for no pussy, I let them pay me
Invest with me daily, been fresh since the 80s
When Statik on the beat, my pen moved magically, sporadically
These bullet fragments will travel rapidly
It's 2025 and the world on fire
It's all written in the Bible, these the end of times
My slang is editorial, my pen make memorials
I murder rappers, make 'em martyrs, pay for their burial
Your funeral cars get tossed when you on the cross
And you in my crossfire, we call it murder for hire
Your boss ain't enough, you gotta show me that you tough
You gotta hand game, knife game, gun game, what up?
I'm entitled to these digits with these hieroglyphic lyrics
And I rise spirits, only make moves when my heart's in it
Doctor Mindbender, archaeologist
The most interesting man alive it's not a myth
It's the Terminologist, every bar I spit, God's gift
'Cause I could have ceased to exist off in the mist
These strange linguistics beyond their comprehension
Try to calm me, get condemned and feel the consequences
I break boundaries and rules using these tools
I could either give you bullets or jewels, go ahead and choose, huh?
[Chorus]
There's strange linguistics, ill hieroglyphics
Written in stone for all to bear witness
For all these strange times we offer strange visions
The raw comprehension, these words are ammunition
Strange linguistics, ill hieroglyphics
Written in stone for all to bear witness
For all these strange times we offer strange visions
The raw comprehension, these words are ammunition
[Outro]
Teacher attitude and oral techniques in the early grades will prepare the child to learn when he feels the need
This will probably not occur until the later years of grade school or high school, when he understands the value of speaking standard English
Actually, he doesn't need to learn it at all until he has to make a living
Hey, Camila, homie?
Yeah, you come here
Let me rap with you for a second
Nah nah nah, it ain't like that
I just see how you moving out here, bro
You gotta tone it down a little bit, man
Everything ain't what it looked like
You gotta listen to what motherfuckers saying
That peep, how they moving?
Communication ain't just coming out the mouth, man
Gotta pay attention to the words they using, the language they speaking
Niggas get caught up out here this shit quick saying it's a vacuum
Niggas get stuck and never leave
I don't want to see that with you
Be smart, use your head
