Visual Picture

[Verse 1] Visualize without use of your cataracts The storm brought forth by one who’s ripping it with a battle rap You better vaccinate your body to Be immune when my tune starts to penetrate Your white blood cells cannot fight off the disease It’s lost, swearing in the name of Jesus Lord, here I go, when I’m flowing, the ruckus rant If rhythm given, I jam it the moment I’m planting A fist, I’ve come to bump to a lump To top it off, hit you with the butt of a pump Down you go with a joint (Uh), bass slap to the surface Take that crap back to Ringling Circus, nigga I pick up the rhyme just like a Glock Automatic, precise, nigga—pop, pop, pop, pop Drop hip-hop, mock the adversaries with a very discreet rhyme Yours cannot defeat mine I’m in a lunatic stage, in a lunatic rage Ready to break out of my cage Got years under the belt, I felt I’ve paid my dues Now poppa need a pair of brand-new construction boots With durability when on the beams When you face me, you better bring a whole team Hit you, get you, sit you down, punch your brain With a scripture of a visual picture [Chorus] Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya [Verse 2] As I rise up like a double-handed jam Slamming the stamina, landing a left-right combo You’re doing the Mambo, my lyrical ensemble Is unorthodox, over the rocks Like wine, manage, hemorrhage your brain Let it wet it rain liquid cocaine Shoot it up, root it in your bloodstream Fiend for my team, scheme to just dream Sort of, sort of stuck in a mindstate Here to fill blocks and rock beyond tri-state Area, vary a um— verse And lay tile over the worldwide beats I rehearse to [?] before a nigga rolls, you can’t figaro The fatter the tracks, helps build more minerals In my bones, in my brains In my blood, through my veins Pump, pump, pump, full of breaths ‘til after Mist hits my lungs—zip, choose the asthma Rebound the ball with a shot from a mag Punching on chumps like an Everlast bag Saggy diapers leaking We’ve been best friends for ladies of Black and Puerto Rican Visual, cling this on how I sing this I know you’re bugging out how O.C.’s swinging this Jam with a nigga edge, plus I’m ‘lectual Fat beats and me combine like man and woman sexually Mirages ain’t really meant for As I stain your brain with a visual picture [Chorus] Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya [Verse 3] Supercalafragile, agile Mentally, O-C-double-E just stabbed you Won’t see tears, the tool filled The Beast As I discharged a buck, killing a wildebeest Fate, meet Grim, last name: Reaper Cleaning the vicinity with a streetsweeper Bodies fall, some haul ass Clips spitted out my brain so you can’t surpass Grass I smoke? Nope, I ain’t the guinea I’d rather eat honey and chill like Winnie Pooh Bear, new here?—Hit, you’re gonna melt When a hot-hand DJ mix it on the felt I’ll scatter, scatter, my rhymes shatter Hitting home runs like a baseball batter With a Louisville Slugger made out of oak tree Slam dunk, beat on chumps like Oakley Fears, panic, I’m causing tears The more bodies I chop, the more sharpened my shears get Years have passed, so as the Time goes by, new towns are in the pasture Vocally and mentally hitting, your Mind has the screen of a visual picture [Chorus] Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visuals, visualize In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya [Outro] Visual picture, visual picture Visual picture, visual picture