From The Lab

[Intro] Ah, 1-2, 1-2 World wide Colossus exclusive [Verse 1] Yo Picture a fiery hand A mountainous peak made of gold A pen that paints a magnetic throne Wind that speaks, an Earth that folds Like an ancient poems where lions roam Thoughts with crowns of throns This is till death's kiss departs us I hope my mind expand, my verses are monsters Orgy rhyme, electric Kama Sutra Eyes are time machines I spit the future Shout the name Azeeme! Shake the pavement I'm heat you crackhead niggas think I'm satan Lightning strike ambulances are coming The alarms are breaking Got singers and popstars running Losers Spit till my teeth get bruises And switch my voice pitch to optic illusion I'm coming Thats right ya'll I'm straight gunning Oakland, California We number one in this [Hook x2] This is work from the lab This is business This is mad science It's musical test tube sex It's wet scriptures This is the experiment It's the experiment [Verse 2] I speak the truth that people say are lies I let them criticize And send a fire in their wintertime And I'm a friend of independent minds Invented in out prime With coded messages in every line And as for wisdom we have every kind From what is hidden, to the carnal To the never-ending length of crime Pick a chapter from the book of rhymes And hear the letter master put a dance on words until they pantomime My crews are love and lost The only beauty truth scarred They (?) cause were dancing screwing movie stars This is more than pools and broads Its who we are Jogging over tracks Colossus (?) [Hook x2] [Outro] A-Z-E-E-M-E Electric sex nineteen two thousand and three One love