[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