Beast and Huslta, split personality Split atom flow beyond reality My words are deadly like a fatality So lets just find a word that ends with ality My flow is illegal just like crack I’m like an upgrade when I get on the track I can make a rhyme good when It would be wack And my beats go boom with bass in the back So prepare for impact While in fact I’ll come out intact Un-bruised and un-cracked Because I am indestructible But you aint reconstructable When I’m done you won’t exist like the word “trustable†I’ll show you what it means to be combustable Big bang explosion universal expansion Size ratio is house to a mansion I go solo no need for companion You are like a crack while I am a canyon Lyrical attacks flow like a river Tactical precision hit you in your liver My flow is so tragic But my lyrics of the comic Bass sounds to epic But you don’t get it so you’re skeptic But you stink like a septic Tank full of manure My flow is sick and there is no cure The more is spit, the more I rot and decay But when my body goes my mind will stay I’m so smart that I’m ******ed So I hope you benefit from the knowledge I’ve imparted But I’m just getting started I go hard like a Spartan I hold the mic tight, cuz it’s all I want I’m stylin on the song so I aint gotta flaunt I want this forever like Nutt Da Kid and Weezy But it aint gone be easy But if Dymez and Pryde can do it, then I can to Cuz there aint a single thing I can’t do Like a flock of birds I take off Like a thief after a hiest I make off With the crown of knowledge Goin beast mode like Ben Wallace I love mind games, so dig through my words What I'm trying to say aint exactly what you heard You gotta listen like a doctor to the heart Pay close attention for finish to start I'm a psychopath, a psycho on a path Walking the dark and doin the math Calculating the exact time of armagedon Yeah, that big battle that are forgettin I plan to throw up a chair and watch form the side Like the civil war when people watched from inside Laughin like I got some sort of problem Screamin **** like "wussa goon to a goblin" Cuz I'm ****ed up like anthrax in the mail ****in with me is like hammering a bent nail And the answer is no when you ask "do you feel me?" I'm sick with apathy so ***** can you heal me And if you think I'm crazy now well be glad it's not empathy If I could relate to you I would rather be empty Since I cant feel ya I have no sympathy Why be complex when there's complex simplicity? But I can't go any more, because my body is worn As if I survived the battle but my clothes are torn
