The Book of Forever

[Intro ] [Verse 1: Passionate MC] I'm the lyrical individual spitting Leaving conditions in critical ripping It into you sicker than criminals licking Subliminal shots at pitiful cops Fearing you not Seeing that your miracles stop Analyctical critics ridicule the lyrical spittage Survival of the fittest, rhyming with the mind of a chemist Providing the lyrics inscriving the vision In my book of creations racing to satisfy impatient sensation Oasis of thought facing the face of God Tracing my heart to its place and its basis of start It's basically dark with no light If you're going to fight, then hold mics Something I should've have known my whole life I didn't 'till that one day he spotted me spitting Told him: '' It was a freestyle'', he said: '' You gotta be kidding.'' He said: '' Something that sick just gotta be written.'' But it wasn't, I wasn't fronting, something's obviously different About Passion spazzing, steadily rapping Ready for action, no matter if a felony happens I'm focused, ferocious, incredibly so sick Making syllables stretch across the track like aerobics You know this, I'm what makes a lyricist go spit Even when people around consider him hopeless I'm the dopest spokesman, the quotes is potent The giant freestyling Poseidon enthroned the ocean Made of words so absurd, adressing the lesson learned Arresting the best of words, investing the blessings earned Impressing the heaven terms, surpressing the devils burn Caressing my weapons firm, contesting the best you've heard I'd rather fight to the top than hand over rocks So Whizz having me write on the spot was like Pandora's Box Being unlocked and shattered, rocked and battered Subconscious madness, I really couldn't stop the habit Shocked the masses and dropped the average Spitting and getting niggas addicted like rock fanatics Yea, cause I'll be rapping with supernatural action And using actual Passion to rule in radical fashion I'm moving as an assasin and using lateral slashing Of my pencil like a ginsu of the tracks that I'm stashing And I don't even care who's yakking Niggas is jacking but internally slacking Cats know the name Passion but don't bother asking For a ration of the massive skills that I'm wrapped in Yea, I was flashing at the age of 16 Spit fiend making shit seem like a ripped spleen All pain in the game, what I spits mean I make the mix scream But I get down with the sounds trying to live dreams Spitting sixteens, to get seen or even get signed so I can get cream Even then I had some crazy lines I'm talking back on the track called ''Crazy Mind.'' Y'all remember my verse on Whizz's album My punches had cats like '' Damn, this kid's a problem'' I was starving, even though my flow wasn't that sick Now I pack shit that'll make your back flip Every one of my bars are hand drafted, crafted Mastered 'till the point of attachment To the track when I'm spitting and getting it down I'mma mix this track now as I flip it around The king with the crown.. Bitch! [Canibus talking] [Eminem talking] [Cassidy talking] [Verse 2: Passionate MC] I just want to be known for lyrical ability Mental agility And touching the people feeling me spiritually But what could it really be that makes me do this so willingly? Is it self-credibility? Mental lack of stability? I can't figure it out,the lords killing me Laws drilling to the World War trilogy The raw auxilary bars are all energy Pause and cause enemies harm like John Kennedy Long melodies conform in assembly Along with the reckoning of orbital lecturing I'm more than you'll ever be My performance is heavenly measuring bars cleverly to offer you longevity Through the sections of lines Agressive rhymes that belong to my memory Verse get you killed quick When the lyrics burst, I am Legend like Will Smith Fulfillment within a sacrifice See, I'mma ride till I die with my active rights You know death is just a fact of life So in a way my steps pave through the paths of Christ I resurrected from the grave A feathered quill made me its slave A sworn prophet through apocalyptic days When I'm rocking ain't no stopping for you lames I'm dropping constant logic cause the content of my conscious can't be tamed The honest topics from my brain produce a higher octave Flyer than fiber optics locked in a cockpit of a plane The tonic knowledge is insane Ironic how I find a confinment for my iconic psionic alignments in the game A telephatic philosopher Rap cartogopher Mapping accurate bars to curse the worst who fall upon his turf And every armored verse is honored first upon a common church To bond the words on Fathers terms before they arm and conquer Earth I'm a boss with the lyrical spittage Use bars in infinite digits to prove my lyrical fitness A witness to the gifted intelligent rhetoric lettering bettering The eloquent etiquette for the benefit of endeavoring For a better settlement above the competeters that I'm severing Forever clever and credited for the evidence of spitting better than veterans I'm ahead of them, every line is a lyrical pendulum That I'm sending them with raw raps, spitting 'till the jaw snaps I've been kicking writtens since the Universe was all black '' Let there be light'' and the plan still exists in bars I was spawned as the fucking ventriloquist of God When I performed I would damage every vision Killing planetary systems with insanitaty rhytms Just to vanish every victim, my actions void health Whipping niggas asses with an asteroid belt Massive joys felt when I torture shit I'm using every death sentence for my horror script