Ultra Combo

[Verse 1] Me I bathe in the hotness You eject now from cockpit How you lames going to stop this I’m freeing slaves when I drop shit You better keep feeding them hell before people the people learn to think for themselves While we give the masses the painful truth and watch the people rebel This a whole new style of kung fu Big hole when punch I through The 1-2 boom bap track i subdue With the attack.... Spit habitual Little did you know Spitting flow Is a ritual A lyrical cynical Approach to see you all at the Pinnacle I roll with the grand unified theory movement Where if its not sick lyrical knowledge kicked then its useless ...you find solace in the foolishness of the industry Me I find the freedom to say what I want pleases me I'm not an insecure god i don’t need people to believe in me I just need a beat and my creative mind tuned into the right frequency Muslims & Christians like me secretly Plotting global sabotage Meanwhile trying teach me about decency They say read from this book And take heed from the crook that preaches And say “hey heathen look! Look how the love from our god reaches” Even though programmed to believe this Craziness They eat it And tell us we missed the tastiness Well praise Jesus, Mohammed and intellectual laziness Me i’ll lay Venus While you and the great horde Concern yourself with what a man does with his penis Rage war Use that bigotry you learned in church to hate more Cause you know all it takes is reason To slay lords Quiet or we’ll break yours It seems the 4 fundamental forces Were more important Than your pulpit’s bad sales pitch Control is the real culprit Hip hop made up of retro lyrics and fresh dope beats Unified fundamentals like the electroweak They want to know the great unknown we’re saying let’s go see You want to hang out in the kiddie pool I’m screaming let’s go deep [Verse 2] Next you’ll scream Several mean Terrible things That we’ll need Our specialty’s Definitely Wrestling with greed You protect the regime I reflect on the question & dream You resign to accept the routine Gone are the days that we all slaved over rhymes for the masses I guess i didn't pass this Class that we all had our ass in Fasten your seat belts or you might fly out A label wouldn't ever have enough, money in their wallet for a buy out Substance over style Still you took the cheap route I stay in the fox hole under fire trying to peak out ...how dare you compare me Tactics meant to scare me You thought it was a death blow when it actually struck me barely Cause I parried ….wiley weird flows by this weirdo On a scale my rhyme’s thermodynamic temperature is zero Consuming like a supermassive black hole Overloading the stack flow 1000 unified minds storming the castle Come one come all as we stand here on the precipice If you ain't dedicated to the integrity what you saying is irrelevant If knowledge was a fetish you would never get none you just might as well be celibate I’m an elephant Stomping through your residence with my regiment ...Hip hop won’t ever end That’s why they got MTV on tv trying to sell you a better trend A verified myth, that labels are the answer and we need them A paradigm shift, accompanied by a new of wave of reason That’s why they need us to believe in Cause their taste varies often and it changes with season