Cinderella Complex - Illogic

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

Duress with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

Duress with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

Floorin' ya, aura to create

Oracles deflate, oratorical weight of weightlessness

As I defy gravitational law, deny that you’re waitin' them for

When nor was I, strip your disguise with my eyes, no contact

Not surprised that you despise reality, pressing for fantasy sessions

As perfection’s approachin' me gradually

Actually, when you combine Blueprint and I mathematically

The light of the wisdom splits prisms, giving a log rhythm, it’s the dog in ‘em

Makin' him fetch the next bone thrown by the master

Causing universal disaster when clones break from earth’s plaster

Stereotype-caster with a phony, the only

Stereo mic master, lonely at the top of the food chain, stoppin' a fool’s reign

Solely for the purpose of making a hip-hop purchase

Worthless desist, and with this goal, I disperse a mist of flow script

To expose the limpness of your wrist

See bliss exists within this shell of flesh

As a mesh of life and death

Give me life or death and either one, I’ll have the reciprocal

While you have what’s given to you

Don’t wait for what’s left to write to give into you

‘cause in that time, you’ve taken and I’ve given a few

Gettin' your crew is infeasible, and as far as me pleasing you, kill it

I write for my own ears if that’s all my sound is pleasing to

Take that to your memory bank as a deposit

And withdraw thoughts to taint illogic

Here alone you a project with interest so you can take some

Who cares if you take offense?

I’ll throw you and your crew over the fence

Wipe your mental slate clean and leave no fingerprints

But you spittin' one of my writtens is evidence in a sense so take that to the

judge

And I’ll take your blood in exchange for mud, the same value a change, right?

You’re left with your breath in one hand, mic in the other

Smother, gotta drop either or, chose which one you needed more

Now you’re death on a mic device

While I splice life, what would I write to illuminate the night and bring

insight?

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

Duress with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

They rest with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

As you can see, this track is scolding so I went for a swim

And urinated in your gene pool ‘cause I couldn’t hold it

Contaminate before bladder burst

You’re the one cursed so shatter first

I implore you as a chatterbox in a hearse, I ignore you

a new plateaus of being

A human orifice from which what I speak emits and you kiss left cheek of anal

core

My advice, you don’t score, in fact you

Get a point two deduction for lack of skill on your triple axle

I’m nice with mic script life

Bring you to a place where I drop twice and you drop singles for Ice Mountain

Mingle with break beats, words flirt with loops, it takes sweet

Fragrance, scoop track up, carry rapper with a threshold

Instantly intimacy breeds offspring

Engineered to bleed pins walking directionless

Now you’re impressed with this talking

Effortless expression of jovial intensity combined with my known arsenal of

lingual weaponry

Simultaneously engulfing emcee particles

Spittin' spontaneously, splittin' minds angrily with rhyme faithfully

Time waits for no man so I’m exempt

You wimps hold hands in battles for strength

But still, you’re rattled by my flow span

I don’t have time for playing

I assassinate characters to exaggerate the barriers of their rappin' rate

You’re trapped in fate with no escape

Scarier than a disaster date, rhymes I’m blendin' ‘em

With pendulums to decapitate, when I get radical with

Tactical, biological warfare, strategic positioning

Before attack, adapt the syntax and more rare

Deliveries from esophagus to the lymphs

Make prime rib of an optimist

Transform physical with lyrical patterings

Splattering ass storms hittin' you

Gather in matter in clouds of atoms

Gathering, gather in matter in clouds of atoms

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

They rest with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

When the clock strikes twelve

All Cinderella game pieces are delicately placed back on the shelf

With both shoes included

To rest with little movement

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music

No longer will they be allowed to dance to the music