Sychosymatic

[Verse 1]

Cowabunga!, I'm taken MC's straight under

And you can't see like Stevie Wonder (ha)

Then the black bull blown like style on the microphone

Throwin' your chromosomes like a cyclone

And commerical raps get the gun claps

A wack on the ground of the head with my ill skill raps

I'm a kill me a crazy motherfucker tonight

Step out the light nocturnal to the night (word 'em up)

Your sight will put you in fright (word) and none of you wanna fight

Cause my game is mad tight aiight

Yo E this might be my last album son (hell no)

Cause niggas trying to play us like crumbs nobodys

I'm a fuck around and murder everybody

And get crazy buckwild with the shottie

You couldn't see me if you weighed 500 million karrots

Cause I'm sychosymatic

[Hook]

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

[Verse 2]

I'm from the dirtiest stinkiest part of Long Island

But in every corner of the world my style be wilding

And I'm dead serious even though I may be smiling

I'm conshadier antagonizing character in back of the hoodie

Coming to get you for your goodies

So if your 2-2-4-5 tec,nines,uzis y'all can creep

But Keith Murray ain't losing no sleep

I'll man handle and dismantle your mandel down to your thorax

On wax with a bloody axe

But on the real for the real the real I build on Capital Hill

And ill cause of skill

Breakin' shit up with degrees like a Count Crackula

In fact the factor is compound fractures (uh)

For every action there's a reaction (yeah)

[Hook]

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

Ooh I might lose my cool

[Verse 3]

We are the world! I'm shakin' and bakin' and takin'

Niggas down to swirls and twirls

I'm runnin' them off the ball like Earl and Pearl (uh)

This is a basic general classic situation

Can't nobody see me in God's creation

I steps it up from inspiring expectation with funk illustrations

You can thunk justifications

Perhaps you would like me to make the biscuit collapse (pow!)

And make your lungs collapse

You represent he represent I represent

The sick bizarre twist is that I torment in my performance (uh)

Kickin' brain twitchin' (yeah)

My yobic topics, niggas be like "Stop it, you got the illiotics!" (yeah)