Notebook 06

[Intro]

Looks don't count better off judg—

[Verse]

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna—

Motherfucker, it's my goddamn honor

To eat a sucka MC like a hot lamb döner

Respect rook check dope blind dialectic

Took the perspective of open-minded skeptic

Where your skeptical's looks don't count

Better off judgin' by rhymebooks and sheer amounts

And work backwards from there

Angle of attack on a track was like a spear through the clear air *tongue-click*

What's your status? It's don status

Reserved for those who chose to go beyond madness

'Cause we like "Villain you must be out your taboggin' hoggin it's a horror"

Eatin' MC's like there's no tomorrow starvin'

Welcome to the club registration

We be waitin' right here collectin' off our nations revelation

Sensations of Latter-day Saints

Immortalized in black splattered spray paint, Faint

Ain't live and direct and kept his eye on the game

Like SpyTec

Mic check

Villain get booted out your online school

Student got straight-up A's in divine rule

Quicker than a sleight of hand like, "Damn"

Telepathy and telekinesis faster than InstaGram

See what he said, layin' his wood, get paid is at

From the States to your estate flat, ain't that