Kaboom - Clear Soul Forces

Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up

Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom

Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams

Needle leaning towards the E-Fav

Smoother than Gary Coleman

When I go in a flowing poet in motion

Quoting and kicking that shit

The diabolical forces we got you open

Mix the vodka with orange in the turning lane zoning

Bring imbalance to my cypher, hold up

Getting iller by the milli-second best is probably best that you fucking haters

could muster

Go after it like a mad man for dollars

The craftier, tackle bass lines, the artist that’s Macgyver with the jargon

My nigga I’m being modest and honestly I got a lot on my plate

So let that fake shit out your face just bury you where you lay

This that hunger game shit, lays dinner, wish breakfast

So I could give a fuck about jewels around you neck-less

I’m tryna get rich, rock, then get the neck and dip set with the camera on, live

And your enemy in disguise, you now rolling with the best, come get high

With the four eyes with raps that’s as fat as that triple burger from five guys

Sack as big as the fry bag

Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up

Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom

Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams

Needle leaning towards the E-Fav

Gasoline calisthenics, I’m writing on the walls with fire, «pyroglyphics» (whoa)

Coming kamikaze as Electrode, telepathic, you tryna' solve a Rubix cube I’ve

mastered it

And converted its form to the Tesseract shit, poetically polygraphic

The Paul Pierce alias, mainly is, said to set you free

So when I speak I’m breaking these chains over beats

The realest written relief, spoken word ammunition

Peep those, unlimited, abolition revolutionist cheat codes bending phonetics

That rhetoric will tackle your whole section, the flows an urban legend

My technique manifested, phantom of the livest shows

Lurking in the shadows and snatching you off these microphones

The subterranean, genetically altered Weapon X, brainiest replace my tongue

with a razor, I lash verbage

Slick talker-mania, Juggernaut jargon wordsmith, gasoline dreaming with a box

of matches, you count the sheep kid

Aye yo, hold up, we 'bout to roll up

Smoke, we about to blow up like ka-boom

Light the fuse, a booth, I’ll burn it down my gasoline dreams

Needle leaning towards the E-Fav

It’s been well over a decade, fighting holding steady

Emcees still ain’t ready to take it out to the Serengeti

Machete raps, hack, sever, chopping, your axis

With that one half West Indian fire from snarling belly beast

Talk 'em out they Vicki’s then rap you up out them cheap seats

Balling and snapping clear spit, hating then eat a dick shit

Scribe with a live® diction over beats

I’m dictating the rate of head nodding quit

Prodding keep that cattle stick for chattel bitch

No justice for Trayvon, that jury taught us a lesson

Shoot the next white dude in a suit if you feel threatened

Nas said it best when «It Was Written» that it’s elementary

They want us all gone eventually

It’s open season on the blind, what would Malcolm do?

Peeking outside from behind the blinds with a firearm, take two

Come on the beat, Gundam Wing with a guillotine

And punch lines with the hands of that man from Philippines you gotta be

psychotic

You think you outlasting this bastard with massive raps from the cabin

Fever to non-believers, cannibal mandible to your stereo walls of Jericho

Rebellious, one listen, fuck the judicial system, bitch