Entranced by the spells of necromancers and belly dancers
Heads bald because we have cancer—watch me entrance ya
With my special elixir—I left you with mixtures
With directions on scriptures
Perform alchemy with the philosopher’s stone—pumping testosterone
To transform rock manually into gossamer sewn
Still searching for my very own home
I dislike the wasteful, the gluttons
George Bush doesn’t stop pushing buttons
And taking something and turn it back into nothing
Trying to stop all the cutting
All the wars and the scars—the blood, sweat, and tears in these bars
Find my fossils in tar—body marred, with my soul among stars
We’ve gotten too far—to turn around and stop where we are
Who here can stop me—eye of the tiger like Rocky
I’ll take licks and keep swinging
Even if I lay down my pen, I’ll keep thinking
I’ll never give up—til I feel that I’ve had enough
I’ll never run, but when I’m done
Pass on the pen and the mic
Bush is against gays, but Dick’s daughter’s a dike
Melt you with hot iron, the irony
Finally I realized I can’t go down silently
I’m forgotten since no one reminded me of those who act violently
Pain bringers rip the mic from my lifeless fingers
Watch it be resubmerged into darkness
Reincarnate as myself just to see your reactions
Once again we’re slaughtered by these fatal attractions
This is my last time blazing this track
Cuz I’m whack, that’s a fact
No more mother fucking shows
Here I go cuz I know
That I said all I can
Step down from the stand
As the mic drops from my hands
This is my last time kicking verses to peers
This is the last flow you’ll ever hear
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