Who Am I?

Here it is... [Verse One] When I hear ass backwards bastards Basting beats with wack words And blasphemous tactics I die inside Like Cyanide Silence I'd rather hear I hold this rather dear And leave you trapped like deer In the headlights of your all consuming stereotypes My stereo types letters of resignation Upon recognition Of your tape playing on decks within its system As it enters self destruction Squelch discussion On these simple matters Since the average senseless chatter Sends us data centuries backwards And perhaps I blame this on the blankness stated In your blanket statements With Basis stasis I'll Blank your slate if The opportunity arrives To stop your lunacy cries Of loosely knit sighs of sadness That last a vast stint Once stagnance hit your forlorn After which foregone conclusion Are clued in to loose end Anecdotes Featuring handmade quotes Can't get past my manmade moat Of circular rhymes In the circus you'll climb As a mental freak Not meant to seep Into the fabrics of my soul Fragments of control Hinder your abilities While splintering facilities Causing mental revolution Your mental sends pollutants In the environment In a vile sense We're the same since our aim remains to make each others jobs more difficult Yet your distant gloats Just can't float On my evaporated seas Perhaps we'll wait and see How this destructive conflict ends But buss how if you win I'll become a brown cloak on the ground Your soul I'll hound more powerful than you can fathom When I fan some some spirited lyrics in your direction Your reflection lead to self doubt that swarms like locusts While I remain the focus Of your internal dialogue Youre inoperable like a sun dial in fog Obsolete When I ??? like spheres from Reptile Jeer you for your textiles Can't compare to complex styles Needed for crossbreeding Counter cultures cross bearing For clowns and vultures Dosed with jolts of pontif concepts that contract jaundice While joint stints Northern strips more then strip The bright eyed bushy tailed The lightside should prevail So your light side to no avail You should of learned your lesson Simply lied and simplified Your message is more or less That your moral lesson is simply dead in my eyes [Hook] ALASKA..Master of braniac soopafly I'm simply tearing through Your simple satirical mirrored bull That's clearly swill and clear its still Clearasil Can't cleanse your blemished surface In the end your worthless Placed in work camps To make vanity Alaska license plates You lice will pay When my Lysol spray Disinfects your sickly nest Sickening mess that's meant for mass consumption Lumped in vast assumption Your caste is crumbling When I cast my stumbling blocks You sinners flock To my skinners block Gold skin ox Quest for cheese But once you hit the switch I switch from currency to currencies of 9000 volts In my seas currently there's 9000 boats Poised to attack With tactical tact In fact the tacky and wack are trapped There's no escape at that rate Your lapped once our sect Hits parsec Circle your wagons And I'll still work your lagging barnacle incrusted Rusted idle warship Ive had enough of idol worship That's warped shit Only you grant credibility I run the gamut on incredible ability Your decrepit facility Reflects sterility Through exercises in futility I skillfully gather virility At Indian point nuclear power generators Whose copies lose quality with every generation Degradation to inaudible audio Less than original visual Holding candle light vigils Til the death of individualism In this land of no vision I'm fed up with wretched retrograde rejects With weak text You made your bed so lie in it With your security blanket like Linus I draw the line at this Dare you to knock this battery off my shoulder That awful odor is your decomposing composition's Constant wishing it was written by Alaska As for actors asthmas a factor Because you lack the breath control From asbestos inhalation Your best flows an imitation of my masterpiece This master seems to block out the sun Forced to live in my shadows like Punxsutawney Phil I'm so much beyond your skills it's disgusting Distinguished professors discussing What this linguist treasure is busting