Small Violins

[Intro] You know what's this? It's the world's smallest violin [Verse 1] (Alaska) It's like this when my mic hits your scalp like nightsticks And mites bit so I can turn on the light switch Do you mind with my rhyme shit? Create a climate that's timeless and climb cliffs Obstacles become goals Thanks to impossible flows The ranks are my apostles who grow Why you posture for gold? You perpetrate for platinum Serve the fake for satisfaction Resurrect For respect With my mic check Don't write checks my ass can't cash If hip hop's dead then I'm a necrophiliac Digging out backs and feeling tracks when I rack Full Metal Jacket rapid tacks Stanley Kubrick with two clicks for faggots on some bullshit My twenty-one gun salute says, "fuck you" Have you fools swinging from your neck like truck jewels I play the background My rap sounds lay the smackdown on you whack clowns With pen hits Blending with tremendous Vengeance, sentence, weapons Implemented with aggression Just to teach a lesson That Alaska's a bastard Whose genetic patterns spelled backwards spells disaster for the masses (Kasm) It takes forty seconds to percolate my sensation Reduce the census mention In the state I meant to mingle Case and passions are a bliss Special shripulation Split if the issues react Thought the boy inverted Up you, Mr. Wizard, tissue paper Situated Systematic Pistol-packing Crystal-cracking Mental-lacking False picture painting Second going on third generation imitation Soon enough, it'll be disintegrated With the syntom crates Hand golf, milk carton, missing children Kissing buildings Listen pilgrim Let's bark Plenty fill In the dark Many will Trends start And they will And it kills my ears When I listen to them I'm dissin' fluid All you want to be Mr. Glue, principal Simon spend, swing now Surreal Cerebral It's not for real It's just surreal Furina Curiosity drilled the life into the black cat Purina Shake 108-9877 Sit dependent round the shriff Like pensive spaces, arenas The air of the addict Dust particles Bust colorful Plus parts tickle touch mark spickle emcees Lose darts, single pop Ice pickle shelf Nice and dark Knock on nocturnal lark I be touch shark bite, sharp light, ginsu, pen you, swim through, menu, men knew me Past life, bliss, god, this pride I blast off Like alien tongues, no failure is spun, I listen to the songs of whales when I'm done And sail to the sun (sail to the sun, sail to the sun) [Chorus] This environments, the violets And fighting violence Small violins playin' sad songs Tryin' kids Every closed eyelid ain't sleepin' Every man ain't even Some of us are odd Some of us think we're god Some are lost in the fog We refuse to be a cog In the machine killin' man Atoms fam Sabotage without a plan When the oven gets too hot We jump back in the fryin' pan [Verse 2] (Windnbreeze) Upon ingestion of this rhyme Your mind'll lose its focus Ostics kaleidoscopic And the lights flash strobic Close, tight rhymes Cause minds to feel claustrophobic As we walk the fine line between emcee kind and spoken poets And most hold it between their molar and incisor And I thrust my head in disgust But some use their heads and discuss These rhymers, and utilize the rhyme as fertilizer "what's this the bomb?" Shit, I'm the timer Mission: slowly ticking, never repetitive Slowly approaching close to u negative You, negatives Location of u zeros is my destination Not for prolonged stays, but to ignite the rhyming detonation Listen, my position's parallel to time I can't be stopped, slowed, contained, or explained when I rhyme So accept it that I'm the exception to the rule And I rule, so accept it, fool A dispersal of your molecules is imminent Beware the quotes of intelligence That float with the elegance of flights of pelicans And I'll be brief, tight Mental boxing and a fight Where? In the underwood, body blows Lefts and rights Your glass jaw shattered beyond mending The timer reverses towards ten, now slowly ascending (Cryptic One) Swift like the golden leopard And I'm stabbing westward Thawing breath down my chest So I'm under pressure Through the passin' it in gift My gems, well treasured To those who diss it I'm the standard to which they measure You can never get With the proper etiquette Spittin' out rhetoric With incomplete measurements Your whole style, I prefaced it I better than replenished the jazz Intent to step on stage, with your lyrical deficit Your incongruence was my best defense Raw toward geographies, all my natural residents Many righteous men have labeled me heaven sent My evidence is how I represent, on a constant True it's been said that you're one of the illest yet But how you gonna shine, when you're standing in chasm's silhouette [Chorus] This environments, the violets And fighting violence Small violins playin' sad songs Tryin' kids Every closed eyelid ain't sleepin' Every man ain't even Some of us are odd Some of us think we're god Some are lost in the fog We refuse to be a cog In the machine killin' man Atoms fam Sabotage without a plan When the oven gets too hot We jump back in the fryin' pan And I ain't lyin' man...