AHsIManDias

[Intro: aHs] Uh, yeah AHsIManDias The God King The Great and Powerful Uh huh Yo Yeah, yo [Verse 1: aHs] You out the game homey, give it up and hand it here I grab the mic just to make these suckers stand in fear So put your hands where you can find the chandelier I'm b-boy budget girl, making five grand a year Wanted to be your summer catch and not your fall guy Not bad for a four-eyed short fry All eyes on the prize pig, I got a nice big Mic, And it's pointed straight for your eyelid So keep your eyes open, why? Because this life is big I'm like an archeologist rock'n nice digs My mic can slice wigs, been known to scalp cats So run your jaw bone and watch me tear your mouth back How's that for a visual aid? Leave people physically grazed from a lyrical blade And I, handle business to the best of my ability Devastating like learning you suffer from infertility If I'm the problem the solution is impossible I say them type of lyrics constitutions wouldn't constitute All you want is money? Then I'm saying you a prostitute A decent judge of character, today I came to prosecute Fossil fool rappers stay gassed up (Yup) Never very bright until I light that ass up (Nope) Yeah you going to blow because they hype you cats up But when it all falls down you right back on stuck I make no derivations, these rappers I'm steady slaying Ain't nowhere to run, Mr. Petty is already waiting Before I even spit I can see em already hating But I run things rude boy and I ain't even Jamaican So here's my demonstration, administer information Like Professor Griff blessed with the gift of the presentation Yes, a lot of people in power are Master Masons It's a fact and not required that you use imagination I get the information, I don't get the fascination Guess I can't come to grips with it, something like masturbation I know these rappers suck and I know I'm losing my patients If they dope then China and Japan are running out of Asians Leave your skin chaffing, rashes on the masses Burn your body up and leave the ashes on your mattress Take my CD and thumbtack it to your casket Write "Art of Fact" on it, autograph it on the plastic The rhymes are automatic, I'm not a violent rapper But I leave you with more head shots than aspiring actors More head shots than porn directors have recorded Because you never should have rapped In fact you should have been aborted Yeah we ain't living in great conditions Movers and shakers stay moving shakes and scraping dishes I spit the sickest rhyme in the world to make it vicious In Beverly Hills shooting stars just for making wishes Because, the son of man blast you like the Son of Sam A black man is not a son of Kham, read Zondervan's And with the pen in my hand, I'll crush the entire Enneagram I am Hebrew original man (Yeah) Able, ready, and willing to bring the game back Donovan Bailey even said we was on the same track Professionally I make my enemies lay flat Bandage emcees with my ace rap, lyrically stay strapped Like a les' chick with a dildo, I kill flows Stomp your face out with a steel toe Yo, if you don't know by now then you will know You try to stop my shine and I'll still glow You were ill prepared You cannot defeat the Great and Powerful I'll chase you down with eight steak knives and devour you Find me in the back room smashing up your mother's mother It's Ludacris how I Lova Lova (Yeah) I used to live in Decatur and disturb the peace Nowadays I only kick the facts trying to hurt the beast It's just the art of it, you'll never understand Unless you part of it, but on the other hand Once again, it's the adversary that's glad to bury The imaginary using actual vocabulary I map an area various people catching scary, glimpse I clear the air of pimps until it's sanitary I'm interplanetary plus I flow from coast to coast I boast the most, I stalk around the block looking for foes to roast Don't overdose because aHs exposed the most imposing raps These concentrated rapper clones better go and post A resume, I'm just a man in search of yesterday I guess today will have to do for now let's see the next display Get the picture twist the mixture up I crucifix your sister Have your crew for dinner, grab the mic until my fingers blister I think I missed the bus so I'mma bust a missing masterpiece And keep it popping like an overheated vat of grease Fat at least enough to bust a flow enough to never see their toes again I tell the people standing in the frozen wind I rock this Hip Hop vehicle to freedom My mind stay strong like I was Nina Kulagina Peron like Evita, crying for Argentina And if you don't feel me you should get some larger speakers Whack rappers say "Lord, not him again" They'll never make it out of the hood like George Zimmerman Eggnog pumps in your veins with more cinnamon sweet They remind me of Prince but more feminine Listen in, don't get your mom drop kicked Trying to get fly like Daniel Son with chop sticks I clock rhymes when I spit hotness, so my tick got a tick But my tock is toxic, "Advanced Human Speech" "Al-Tajuan Has Styles", "Amazingly Hot Songs" And lyrically hostile, with a hundred bars for the boys and the girls Because aHs is the energy that lights our world [Outro] Yeah AHsIManDias Yeah Man genius Uh, yeah Spit like a mad thinker Spit like a mad thinker Quantum Mechanics Yeah Able Danger Omega Man Yeah, yeah Somebody go put the mic out The mic was expensive