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[Vast Aire] When my tongue gets wet I ride my bike next to the moon so you can envision my silhouette Yeah, I can hand out peace signs or black eyes with the same hand And you’re gonna get one of them It’s up to you to choose The coin flips I deal the hand that was granted How can life be worth nothing after it’s planted? He attacked the Atom? I saw he was new to this Swingin’ at my man but got trapped in a vast nucleus Who are those who freeze flows ‘Cause they heard water expands when it’s cold Watch us melt from our molds The brain-child? Perhaps After I lost my concentration in the play-pen The marbles collapsed So then that’s when I Sauntered to the Lost and Found of hip-hop And that’s where my First mic was found But then I found, a lot of genetic make-up clowns Who pushed buttons to create Fischer-Price sounds After school I broke graham crackers on the dotted line With my mind You can’t compare that to the actions of kindergarten kind [Vast Aire](Vordul Mega) My tongue has a mind (Similar to mine) Together (we find) Parallel lines (To fall in sync) While you babble shit (These battle ships) Create your demise (To fall and sink) [Cryptic One] Who wants a piece of this master? My masterpiece release disaster to the masses Sometime directly after It emerged fully bloomed From the depths of a cocoon My reflection change the direction of my mood to spell doom For contenders that come tender I’m tendin’ to tear tendons and car notes Carcasses, carrying coffee-colored coffins In their wake Never to awake You all suffer the same fate for your treason My style you better believe in You better believe that you’ll be leaving, wheezin’ Breathin’ uneven, needing’ medical assistance It’s no resistance Intellectual persistence When I kick this, better keep your distance ‘Cause Cryptic One rips the sun Out of center of solar systems Now those false things goes for shine Perhaps I’ll sell you lights If your mic device contains some cellulite Through fat rhymes But I am sensin’, you senseless or anorexics Better exit quick Consume, my sound They exhume, from the ground To consume, all around With a mushroom cloud And there’s not much room around for you to hide My sound falls down your ear canal [Vast Aire](Vordul Mega) My tongue has a mind (Similar to mine) Together (we find) Parallel lines (To fall in sync) While you babble shit (These battle ships) Create your demise (To fall and sink) [Vordul Mega] Time to let these beautiful Japanimated archangel wings Spring from the backplate for chosen aviation Vordul keeps it tight Similar to proletarian living situation You’re living a situation in trigger freeze I live life when the drum’s on So come on, nigga, please! With that I catch bullets in the teeth While I spit lasers Detective gear you wear is obsolete These words still graze ya My poetic bars is held within the arms of robotic palms Waitin’ to set it off Vietnam Nah mean? While apathetic nerds spit destruction theory I join only to coin my invention of Marilyn Manson cancer spreading Twelve monkey perspective Now everybody fears me There be those that walk as MC Incorporating hooks with horrible R&B Singers? I reply with dirty body-mechanic language Showing my toilet finger ‘Cause I chose to write and hold the mic Connected to psyche Dangerous! Like government prototype Missile-launching cannon in the hands of starvin’ Happy Harlem Mikey! Shit… [Vast Aire] Listen… I ain’t superstitious, but these niggas is NICE!