Lenzmen Album 2: Magnify Lenz Masterpiece [Earthadox] What is this? This is my Masterpiece I'm a mastermind: who is behind these works. work done from within the earth, cracks and crevices never the less, I unlock monsters out of my breath. My flow gets berserk: Robot who shoots- who bullet Robotix shot at his gun burst- right through you- it threw you, pinned on the wall- then you flop. Mind Rotating Glock choose you, blows you bits with one shot. I got a plot to stop this mess. Why? To infect your progress- stiff arm to your bicep. I high-step, I get by, yep. Take off in strides and get set to go- in my altered flow. The beast within- inside of me grows. Four Egos: in the man of the mind of four peoples. There's four sides to this, one-man-course with years involved in it. I grab the mic acid dissolving it. As the world turns we revolve in it This Masterpiece is a killer nobody solving it. [Chorus:] (What is this?) This is my Masterpiece I'm a mastermind: who is behind these works. What is this? This is my masterpiece (What is this?) I'm a mastermind (What is this?) This is my Masterpiece I'm a mastermind. Who is behind these works? [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] I master the mind and how it works In a shrine designed for the blind with ESP experts I use the force like Vader to force your cross-fader to change the rotation of the turntables and levitate the record player arm back in the cradle playing my verse in reverse to hear Satan -still blow your home-entertainmeent Cerwin-Vega I'll stab you in the heart with a syringe like Vincent Vega say your prayers, take your vitamins like Hogan your slogan is your holding more keys than Solomon battling Dolph Lungren in Red Scorpion screaming freedom! lunging for guns when I'm fenced in- I'm Crying Freeman I'm sure to use a shank to get redemption when I'm fenced in like Morgan Freeman in Shawshank Redemption [Centri] As midnight oil boils to coils to my intravenous The strategic deep thesis of my Master pieces I'm in a rhyme bout like "what you rhyme about?" 3 rhymes to my one -you rhymed out go sit in time out. Don't tell me God killa zilla pulled your spine out. Shit, I chewed every vertebrae and spit the slime out You jelly fish rappers - are like the weakest link attached to Frederick Douglass before he started running. I'll be right there in a minute man I'm doing something There's no rushing when a masterpiece is in production. -continuous bussing Bernard Hopkins when he's punching no interruption -like Anthony Hopkins when he's cutting [Dynamics Plus] Hey, let my cut in cause This is nothing this particular rap will loosen the straps of your belt You say you're really something, well, you should say something else Who's the mannequin, the masked man you should marvel at? carved from Marble with remarkable and marvelous raps. Watch as I slap the A6 Across my lap, load up a string patch to play Kung-Fu Hustle over tracks. While Bill the Butcher notches his stick. Aston kutcher gets nostalgic. Ask Doctor Spock logically I'm sick. You not an artist take off the smock, you not that sharp. This is my Masterpiece, a monster beast defines this art. 110 Cosmic Transmission [Centri] In God Killa-Zilla villa you just a mere Ewok surrounded by giant metallic robots. I pack this lyrical punch up in your lunch your stomach can't hold it- the middle of your conversation you're like 'hold it'. The Grim Reaper's Trapper Keeper just unfolded. My tongues molten-molded. Eroded from emotion. Rap-battling, carry javelins, fully loaded. My delivery is too complex; Yeah, I start writing on paper to end up at your neck with Count Dracula, algebra coordinates. My molar's a sonar radar accurate. I touch you with invisible hands- I land blows that brand your cells with bad heath. I spit slugs you can't pour salt on. When I walk on your mind I watch it detonate I levitate cites, tanks and super-heavyweights baggage from my lar-a-next to bugged mind state. I navigate through your bullets- you look foolish. [Dynamics Plus:] Foot on the writers block, launch from the starters bloc Shot from the Post-op slot of your mail box --my sound bank top rank- (Over amplified Dynamics) Griffin Avid is a fanatic in an attic while Ann Frank hides from the Reich I write to Heidenrike I sent a chain letter to Hannibal Lechter Hey, I tried your diet and thanks for the face mask from Quiet Riot. And don't forget to deliver This note to the Riddler from the Joker via Frank Filler I'm at the top of the key with Reggie Miller Oh, And tell Lee I won't need his locker key (you lose Carl Miller) Turn green for Ang Lee I sent a sonic thesis from Alesis to Alicia Keys I work verses to fireworks like Scott Key To electrically, collect my energies (endlessly) Transcending try sending entry enter key delivery my pen is penned in with a case pending with Sean Penn vending- venting My Lenz Acting like Ben Franklin (focally) My Foresight is like the kite, string and the key [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] I channel Gamma Rays to solar panels for light sources just to illuminate my enormous fortress. -know when to go forward and when to forfeit you getting on after me touching the cord less is slowly draining your Life Forces kind of like walking aboard radioactive flying saucers walk light and cautious you might get nauseous when we take flight and ignore G forces. You're in a concentration camp while I concentrate in my Power Plant on plans involving advanced- dissolving implants through the skin or in the palm of your hand every man has a brand or bar code to scan and it's shame the government traded away bodies to copy next-level planes and microwave technology. Where Were you? [Centri] Bring your calculators for the Death Adder Then add a back stabber In adversary I stab with vocabulary Zillanova University Centri's song Tattooed on palms for final exam death Scantrons Forced entry, I bend through your alarm laser danger field And stomp your Slomins shield reels with Centri Drown in a shark filled C(sea) before you touch the E in Centri You babies, your infantry is infancy need a night-light for mics around my monstrosity Your back will be the welcome mat to my monster city We dribbled cannon balls the day you got cut off of varsity You break mics down partially on writers block when the street lights darkening Looking for a life guard circled by my shark fin -no surviving the starving pit in your front yard barking summoned from my noggin Zilla rap skills kill drill through bone hobbies You're suicidal if your verses are choppy [chorus] When I was uti-lizing my time (For the rhymes) Where were you (Where Where were you) When I was behind enemy lines Where were you (Where Where were you) [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] Mixtures of venom and blood intertwine when I rhyme my mind goes into warp speed like deep space 9 remember me -my chemistry is blind hibernate wit the enemy for the sake of old times x rays and cat scans couldn't analyze Terminator wit data designed to blind mankind seldomly I reside in reality brain dead Emcees get lobotomies but like Aliens I can hide under your flesh feed off your spine and at the right time climb through your chest power to possess and molest minds like koresh black I Buddha bless my tracks with chemical finesse my fantastic, floatatious flows distort your coarse I reinforce contaminated thoughts wit no remorse it's Dr. Strange the voice you hear in the back of your brain drain all of the fluids from your medulla to influence switch change your vocal pitch now we one in the same I could control what u sayin like John Malkovich [Dynamics Plus] You admire greatly, I'm John Wayne Gasey lately I'm a Gracie, gracefully executing Brilliant Brazilian Ju Jitsu- spinning Ninjitsu, Yoshimitsu finishes his Ginsu slicing into armor, carving my Karma. From a Hindu dahlia Llama- I'm into yoga, yoga-Flame. My father could be changed if he knew then politics of the game. A lot of lyricists are the same, the consensus is in Several seconds your cerebral senses strain to Maintain or ascertain the mental frame I have attained. The Lenzmen are destined to inhale the burgundy clouds surrounding the cloud city of Bespin. In emergency multiple rounds are virtually circling, whirlwind verbally--- word burglary leads to certain surgery inserting my verses personally- you impersonate my personality. technicality. You're the worst in actuality. Your actions speak louder than words- in a fantasy you're fantastic attaching an ant-acid to my axis. The black planet Mylanta Dynamics Mantis mind action: my tantrum. Clear The Way [Chorus] Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday And sometimes it's three, four songs a bust [Centri:] Centri a.k.a Mr. Personality Mr. Popularity Great sense of humor after your fatality I see with warped reality New York's Salvador Dali But before clocks melt I intend to unbend What separates me and you besides oxygen It's the slaughter melon cauliflower power The Ken Shamrock diseased poison ivy league scholar The only ring is a rope around you white collar I blast my guns till they melted to metals of honor My ranks major disaster you saving Private Ryan To get Purple Heart and medi-vaced out of Long Island [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] you fear the lenz alumni shoot a flare in the air illuminate the sky why at Roswell i kill foes and U.F.O's fly in lab many buttons for panic scientist slit your wrist wit a bic depressive manic shock therapy and static enhance my brain patterns of logic to advance my Manhattan Project murder me for perjury microscopic surgery man made suicide killing machine assorted organs tossed into a dead audience the black kovorkian playin accordions in accordance to the coroners office if you wish clear the way before i clear your name off the morticians list [Chorus] Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday Clear the way we make these kind of songs everyday And some times it's three, four songs a session At all times we keep yall niggas second guessing [Dynamics Plus] You been bombarded by a ray of small particles Niggas clear the way I radiate Atomic Articles My symphonic use of Ensoniqs (I'll rip out your optics) With no optical obstacles I see clearly down field How does it feel when your seat unlocks At the top of the ferris wheel and your hero force field peels? You've been revealed. Weak; reaching for my Soundwave Screaming in pain as you're ejected from my Astral Train My train of thought- throw the murder axe And watch it circle back and murder certain circus acts Anthony Perkins lurks and draws the shower curtains back The Doc is certain: You're sick with coughing fits I bet my coffin fits lyricists just your length and width I download a large file and eat your bandwidth The over-flow rhyme style defines this scientist ASR-10 again, heavy impact the Lenz Space alien, Magnificent 10, Clear The Way [Earthadox] You can't even see with your third eye You're staring at me- wide and open You sleep when your eyes are open Flash my cloak- dagger surprise and pries you open On my lab table- not able to move Experiments done within two minutes Completely finished, Magneto in my tree lineage Pulling the crowd when I speak relentless Wining wars in a high percentage Brains damaged till your mind is finished I'll blind when shining in vision Red eye- high on the ism- getting me high Freestyle with unlimited lives Is Evil Knievel or is he alive or did he survive? Commotion [Earthadox] These Long Island Rappers... Who's blessed with the gift of gab and Lyrics stab wounds into the Jason mask- with him behind it. I'll do it in a flash as Gordon. Fight mode: to a rocket ship. Whiplash is forever slaughtering. Mind Glock run out of bullets- infinite supplies I keep ordering. I order them: aim precise. One shot will hit four other men. No shelter covering them. No where to run, no where to hide. About to walk/hit by Rotating Glock my tongue surprise. Where do these cats come from? (Long Island) C.I. Central I-slip by -past these bums these dumb Muthas. undiscovered size under skin blubber. Live challenger: uncovered, uncut, side of my grain I have loose nuts. Can't be tightened- no type of wrench. I'm infected with sickness- I'm a Grinch- stealing my own scripts. Send em off to my man Apocalypse my mail express is a rocket ship. Doors open I hop in and split. [chorus] What's all the Commotion about? (Us) Long Island rappers who bust take on the world a mission a must so hush, never sleep. flows will ambush and we'll touch and we'll meet. [Dynamics Plus] From every Kappa the Greek to the athletes from Crete with the cleats on their feet to clean sweep over the sickest beats to compete to completely defeat, completely deplete the energies of emcees a thousand degrees of furnace heat. They receive and seize, breathing recedes till they feel fatigued. You're the food that I feed, the thirst and the first fool to bleed. take a big bull, exhale a lung full it's a handful of tea leaves, here nigga try these it's loose sheets of loose leaf, let loose spit like I leak. Your crew's too weak- you lose sleep. Iron Sheik puts you sleep. Screaming like Star Scream "there's that faggot Ultra-Magnus" Slave rapper before Maximus, I was Douglas in Sparticus. the hardest working rapid rapper artist asronist. definition of Griffin Mantis: Monstrous scientist -conducting a symphony of Xperiments. When you see this feat- you should rise to your feet from your coliseum seats. [Doctor Strange] the three sickest, squamous, spittin rhymers music producing mucus rappers that practice hypnotism to bleach your cabbage and subdue and maneuver your medulla clueless the same brain damage that managed to make Elizabeth turn against Savage i could do this, to various actors verses producers start makin Wes Craven enslave Jason wit' the claws of Krueger when i spit i could pit more stars at war than George Lucas or like Tyson getting bit an sliced wit razors in the dark fightin Darth Vader with Darth's sabers Green Planet [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] wet dreams on green planets assorted colored timbs rings diamond studded flooded to the brim a compatible but battling Leo i could be driving a rattling Geo and she makes me glow but don't gas me I left my ex-vixen on a milk carton missin' for mixin' predictions like Cleo and Jean Dixon a star glistens in a far and distant solar system gettin behind your panties and bra is like a mission to mars the spillage of blood around the nation during menstruation forms the womb of the moon every 28 days in comparison wit the rotation around the earth breakin the sound barrier till birth or star birth anyone who doesn't submit to the sun from birth is cut out the light thus leaving that planet or star to fall back to the Earth once a rising star now a fallen meteor casted back into the universe a mediocre whore as your fertile soil grows to sterile you'll never show you'll soon be the moon the old earth as we know it [Dynamics Plus] Should the stars fall from the sky and worlds liquify I find these words inadequate to say how I apologize I mean to convey- I was wrong in Better Days. It should never have Lisa Hayes verse Lyn Minmei. I exhale my last breath to give you one more day as you inhale my life and death/face fades to grey. Cumulus clouds accumulate/I close my eyes I see your face Let me express this point very accurately we fight so passionately and that defines our chemistry. A big catastrophe: scientist builds a spaceship a fast rocket ship to carry on in our relationship. the day to day basics- it's not based on ornaments. ensured to endure this is based on my experience exit my universe- this verse is words of re assurance I learn this lesson: Lenzmen moving massive verbally magic, Dynamic spins off the Green Planet. [chorus] It's like magic is real- so many that I've seen witness queens for kings- the light that your face brings I would do anything because you make everything right in this world- and we should re shape the world. [Earthadox] Chicks..What do they got to offer? they offer a lot. What a man don't got: The soft side. Many hide. Showing off their pride. with hardcore they try to hide. a hidden side though clicks-highlights your rides. driving by screaming "let's get high." Feeling your thigh- no matter what you're still a queen in my eyes. Passing me by on the wayside, the Pharcyde- wanting money from dummmies running weak lines. calling you honey- if money was everything- I'd marry the bling when flashing the thing like gold rings with long chains- me without it, it seems strange. I ask your name- world's changed since the Dox came and landed. You're invited to my Green Planet it's so simple, lyric riddle hope you understand it... [Centri] Anyway, my champion love letters defeat any battle rhyme as we together I know he got pistols like I know we got issues the reason I do these things is simple: I miss you. My love is strange enough to plant a seed on you Menstrual. We kiss our child like my rhymes kiss the instrumental. Like I know I'm crazy. Not over you- I'm just crazy. But over time you'll understand I'm crazy for my lady. You opened emotions that my trust has been concealing That's why I say I'm sorry to show you I got feelings. My heart drops for your world of perfection you catch it and protect it with your words of affection -till our hands planted- we're handed to my Green Planet. and in my blood stream you help me stay above granite 9-11 zero one nuclear power planet. But in my world beautiful, we're the only ones standing anyway..so champion love letters Defeat many battle rhymes as long as we together. Battle Planet Story [Dynamics Plus] (Captain to the bridge)- I'll make this short Captains Star log, Star date update Report: "We are about to arrive and engage the Alien Planet 5 Collide and survive where most that tried have died We dedicate this commission to the ships that are missing We are the vanguard of that final frontier. Most of you Understand the importance of being here To deliver this payload and avenge the destruction of our home." To the Lenzmen/ helmsmen: "Break warp, set course." We used the Ionic Disruptor- to cause the Force Fieled to peel;it was ironic; it exploded in a most beautiful cluster that almost collapsed our shields Next, they sent scores of insects to intercept Small ships called Streakers, that static burst of the speakers alerts us to the Star Screamers. I can hear the screams of the burning cities. Gunner, fire the small batteries The laser seeks in great sweeps A few must have gotten through- "Maintain course continue." The Battle Planet came into view- clouds of toxic, noxious gaseous fumes- ejected into the atmosphere in towering plumes of iridescent hues 10, 000 worlds consumed by this star of doom The huge monstrous centrifuge needed fuel We let off the heaviest tool. We waited, waded through the Shockwave then it seemed to come alive the cloud mass around its equator parted the sky -dissipating into the shape of an eye- with a giant solar flare inside. Electrical strikes raked our sides Everything went short- from the spikes -down to emergency power and life support Self-destruct in six minutes- "all hands abandon ship." I said "Navigator: not you." "Sir, you weren't about to give up were you?" And I said "Very true, bring us around full circle." "Send out the beacon for the escape pods, arm the payload, we'll use this ship as a lightning rod." Then She squeezed my hand, said a small prayer to her god. Kiss my cheek whispered "True and Living" then Oblivion. Hardcore Wrestler II [Centri] My Franken Steiner on your Adams apple separates your clavicle Figure-Four fractures knee marrow Suffocate you in my fatal cradle wrap you up like pharaoh Hit you with the move of death payoff the ref now you praying for tomorrow Enter my barbed wire empire This Lex Luther with Lex Luger maneuvers melt intruders Battle the ring announcer for his mic to take flight You scared perspiring your face paint melting as I recite Cause your brand new I let you win on your debut To crack you with a steel chair so what you won by DQ I split your shampoo The ref the timekeeper or commissioner couldn't get this grim reaper off of you I'm the vampire interrupting all your interviews I small package the average you Randy Poffo when I'm a Savage You Greco-Roman moves can't touch an Ultimate Warrior Gorilla Zilla press that process you to the coroner Then I'll corner ya Great Kabuki spitting at your cornea Paul E Dangerously Bashing you with his cellular K.Oed now You wake up hearing fans laugh at your pimple face Yeah I knocked you out took of your mask reached in my stash Grab my brass knuckles your knees bucked collapsed on your ass Abdullah the Butcher chomp Garvin stomp Kamala splash [Chorus Chant] My rule breaker behavior will always survive You tongue tied, clothes-lined and hung out to dry You best take a dive, never dis-qualified I always hire referees that can't count to five. Heart Beat [Chorus] Hard rhymes, hard crimes, Hard times catch up So if you got it by your waistline cobra clutch Soft lines, Soft minds, Soft spines get touched So if you see me in the streets you best proceed to bust When you push play and record what's there to discuss If you know the earth begins spins and ends with us If you know the earth begins spins and ends with us If you know the earth begins spins and ends with us [Centri] Your life's about as fucked up as mine we got jerked And I survived suicide six times it don't work bitch You should've read up your infer reds not red enough Cause even if you use that whole clip I won't be dead enough It's, the brain food dietitian, Ayo you famished I hiccup uppercuts you choke on a knuckle sandwich Bloody face ketchup all over my canvas All them questions and you ain't got none of the answers To life's puzzle, Nah you just trying to get a piece out my muzzle Cause you licking out a dirty puzzle Life's a bitch, and money makes the mother fucking man Centri's trying to do the best that he can But once this Zilla shit hits the fans One dose and they want me to hit em again Cause I out think the drinker through 18 bars And I out drink the thinker through 18 bars And you a slave to my rhythm slumped and hung over Picking cotton outta aspirin bottles to keep you sober [Dynamics Plus] Innovative variations of oration authoritative presentations in narration the equation: loquacious with quotations Medicated, heavily sedated by my cadence interrogated, in terror you stated (imitated) intimidated in a minute timid kid reached his limits Kid napped- kid got kid-napped- consider this flow. I compose ransom notes. (Take notes) No I don't like him and sound nothing like him I operate and amputate whichever hand he holds he hands the mic in. I stuck pins in his artificial limbs till his voodoo doll says "Yes, yes Y'all." Ventriloquist: The Mad Scientist conducts Xperiments as the Dynamics Plus for emphasis this is the asterix. For lyracists when the Islands is the focus. I burn corrosive, melt the eye-lids off the closest. Plus, absorb your thoughts through osmosis to bust my murderous Lenz are dangerous! [Earthadox] No need to tell my life story (Why?) Many emcees bore me (How much?) Your tired lines make me drink 40s I hold your ice for a long time/makes your raps watery Dynamics Plus imported my/in an orderly fashion (yo Dox, in what order?) From One to Four (my hearts grown dark and cold like charcoal) For the heartbeat tone you turned cold then froze... [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] You won't make to the morgue, but you'll still be able to be cut open connected to cables /spread across a table under the floor boards of my front porch (to laboratories where we perform lobotomies urgent emergencies to delete your heart beat) making open your own trachea to see how obvious the coagulated blood sits in your esophagus. Scientific Community Hallway In White (3-way Dance Part II) [Dynamics Plus] I'm so calm in Socom, the kings of the Silicon I'm so underground, from the Lenzmen.com intercom I transmit sitting in the same pit where they found Saddam -sending a sonic bomb Via Viacom -I see Emcees through the CBS eye icon. Not even a Nikon Lens designed by Bouche and Lomb or the terrible interrogation terrorist tactics used by the Viet Cong can breakdown the LenZ Lexicon. I'm an agent beyond James Bond. You're not an artist, you're a con in a car with James Caan. I'm in the soundproof -it's a toll booth I'm screaming is it on?! I'm Crying Freeman, I'm Morgan Freeman I'm closer to Gordon Freeman in Halflife, you're an old security guard with a flashlight who's record has seen the end of its Shelflife The Radioshack 9 Volt cat down to his last life Flows are heavy draining your Eveready, rebuilding my Dynasty With Foresight like John Forsythe enhanced 3-Way Dance [Centri] My Byron Long song split your virgin version Sick thoughts incubate like R.Kelly as a virgin Word surgeon display your organs in portions --Whatever lost is tossed into the Lenzmen auction His body softens from the clutch Northstar touch Those who need a crutch combust with their tails tucked An orphan isolated often for rebelling Progressing past my peers who couldn't stop their heads from swelling Where I'm lurkin bodies hit the surface Helmets popped off and cursing with a mouth full of detergent Your worthless worship what you can't destroy or decoy The Black Caesar from Troy employs Achilles androids Send seizures to the seezers of your cyborgs when annoyed The king sits in his thrown and hangs whoever when he's bored Send my men to stomp your kids when their born There gone --Tell the judge in hell I swore to earn the rank of Spawn From Yellow Five to Red Dawn Pretty colors pretty birds Vultures and black crows nipping at your nerves [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] in the lab Dr Strange is cat amazed you're a rat in a lab that's trapped in a maze lyrical hitmen the Lenzmen are the best to brandish cannons and furnish a death list on request post cards wit my regards and best wishes i'm Charles Bronson holdin a cannon in Harlem wit 3 Death Wishes glitches in the Matrix makes this look easy look through 3-d glasses to see me in the t.v. enticed but not dramatic like Carolann trapped in a trance enhanced by the black and white static at night i use wigi and a mic to perform a poltergeist revoke your life wit a bolt of light like Christ enlisted in the Armored Core I'm armed to the teeth beyond belief i'm M.D. Geist release your arm wit a sword on PPV I wanna see AVP V.S. AVX 3 Higher Dictions [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] Mummified I slide out my pyramid "Hybrid" highly exalted king bring your exhausted rhymes to my alter I alter prophecies and the tides of seas in Madrid global warming warning when the barrel spins the gats warming performing acrobatics my ill dramatics entice then heist your attention span like Carolann wit TV static the Lenzmen foreign intelligence like the Kremlin espionage, camoflauge like the Predator when i skin men Hybrid, not for the squeamish suicide sound bomber dominant verbal Islamic extremist heat seeking Hybrid slid out his palace to the pulpit of hostile apostle's while the Dr performs strange malice I ride chariot's of fire wit whips my desire is to sit and own gold thrones like Sparticus you can't resist to tremble when you see the Lenz symbol as I forge my Excalibur sword and form my higher dictions. Through Stargates I translate and break down scriptures of the ways and how you praise my pictures like chairman Mao - Higher Dictions now restricted rooms treasure tombs hidden by hieroglyphics give pictures of my neck hanging pet strangling boa constrictors my wrist waves wands to restore bogs to Golden Ponds we came Noah's Ark in the dark raiders of the lost holocaust 4 tyraiders plunder under Raydens thunder dressed in a vest wit a Lenz crest on the quest for the link of Zelda I unveil the scroll to tell tales of old 7 Cities Of Gold I para-sail the globe watch me strut in King Tut's robe the mastermind Hybridian sitting in the zenith of the Prime Meridian Mesopotamian idols Egyptians explaining in recitals my vital signs and life lines pulse missing as sandstorms glisten christians in church praised me at birth hybrid berserk for what it's worth Higher Diction from the Lenz will cleanse the earth - soul search Imminent Danger [The Hybrid Doctor Strange] you headed for eminent danger Dr Strangah rearrange your face like Schwarzenegger's outside the chamber change of events chain me to a chain link fence mainly to prevent events and I'll commence to make reference to you in the past tense when lab class ends I'll stab you wit mad glass ends and just by chance it all began wit a dirty glance i gave you through my microscopic lenz and Last Summer I Know What You Did I'm that janitor in your school boiler room bleedin your friends pokin your joints and limbs wit points of pins first pushin you past the point of pagin the school nurse whose to blame Dr Strange came wit a cruel verse shoulda used your brain instead of pullin your tool first [Dynamics Plus] When I black, fans standing in the back should feel the Backdraft of the flames fanned back fans should stand back this not a moment of adoration or alleviated appreciation it's an apparition an apparent rendition of larynx control and condition 'the acidic mixing the collision of a Foresight vision. My time's over-run just like my sub when it sits submerged beneath underneath a big battleship torpedo spits into aquatic coridoor slips the Hulk rips, the hull, splits in the back where the engine sits when the captain rings the bell but no one answers it when the diving bells signifies the fall to utter blackness you're dining unconsciousness, sliding onto the canvass it's the Silent Service Plus The Griffin Mantis. [Earthadox] Ego #3: Syntaxx my words coming coming words, monsters I'm summoning raging clouds and thundering storms my brain storm in many ways you cannot perform when I deform your wack delivery man entity entering into Predacane a Predacon brings intensity from another dimension did I mention my other henchmen Omega Supreme- the one Flints in orbiting Earth to attack in packs like wolves we surround like sound can't escape that. In fact I'll bring back up Banshee yelling, hourglass cracks shatters time's wasting Syntaxx forever waxing When I wax the underground world I wrap up Then I stack up and down the road they call back up... they never came- pure slack up. Haul you off in my black truck charcoal dust covers up- you're out of luck. [Chorus] now everybody real quick to grip the mic but what slips from your lips could make you lose your life the rise and fall in the hype of the twilight you headed for imminent danger on your way to the spotlight Interactive Construction Module [Centri] I'm Oswald paranoid behind odd walls Pink Floyd Arachnoid Spider Lenz and my amazing friends are now employed Sharpened utensils my mental and a pencil New World Order of slaughter my mind's on the devil's menu On badlands like Captain America in Afghanistan Lens Crafter grappler Al-Qaeda trained Aladdin Wrapped in suburban turban Vocabulary stabbing you to portions Dicing up your organs just to fit two in a coffin Got coffins coughing organs my Little Shop of Horrors Is disguised as an Adults Shop to perform Adult abortions It's non stop around the clock my thoughts a morbid orbit With my thumb in your throat forcing you to forfeit Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll reign strains to drain my brains a leaky faucet precipitate pain Can't catch your balance on my violent hydro plane How many scars will you collect on your road to fame? My thoughts are deep I quantum leap when I concentrate From Ricky Lake to Crystal Waters to Ricky Waters Then I awake in Crystal Lake You'll need a handicapped license plate once I amputate your legs. Residue [PRO] Shock therapy! - without insulin it all natural cure mental disease lyrical therapies poor reflex, habitual reaction to stress forces of aggression form a block I still cock with remarkable consistency cat, I wouldn't try it neutralize your mainframe with excruciating pain inexplicable infectious disease will numb you up emphasize a better way medical bills can be a bitch flow leak you need a stitch shit is weak you need to switch. Hate the right lane Where's your fucking signal? Why provoke my lid to flip? the anti-lock reduce tension on the grip arsenic supplies of water from Bangladesh clog my drain up with Residue- claiming it wasn't you who the fuck you think you're talking to huh? [Centri] For Centri's anatomy water brain tragedy My automatic autopsies presidential casualties for salaries I'll- liquefy your epidermis for my thermos My furnished mental furnace now a thought metropolis My psycho dome converses to your microphone alone You and Yaku scientist make your primitive Centri clones Tell your hygienist about my MC halitosis over doses grammar radiation Voice box locked in the penalty box with Jason leaves the doctors pacing Viral with a spiral spinal stops vitals on viral As solid gas and liquid Drano drips out your anal My three legged unstable table of context list which parts of your neck to dissect See glossary for which body parts next Harnessed to cause carnage crafting comprehension My intentions are first and inches to the next dimensions Under my domes a chrome ink filled engine I think on the brink of brain cell division on composition Competitions rendered helpless till you melted [Dynamics Plus] My scissor snips you wrist and finger tips your fist slips Into mittens sickness inter-mission, hits is intermittent Fronts bit, melt your writtens scripts submit to this submission This is twisted lyricism, insists that is missing Wrapped in lassos, casket closed, irrational manic animal goes -- rapid taps it out mechanical manacle, mandible, mangles, man-handles angles Intestines tied and tangled, danger see the stranger strangle At stranger angles, snap your ankle, with your tongue entangled And match your casket match and place your mask up on my mantle. Light a candle; vigil: missing individual visit the Visual the issue missile whistles hits you Chewing through your brain tissue don't miss the clue Scan the residue and see who the fuck you talking to? [The Hybrid Doctor strange] assault & battery don't provoke me a remote controls me wit a sick acidic 9 volt battery and just cause I act and rap different here's a lesson it don't mean there's not a black Smith and Wesson and other old weapons from old westerns restin in between my spleen and intestines my suggestion? count your blessings when I'm out testing colts to explode and expose your outestines i believe in interweaving deceiving encryptions in my writtens like the Egyptians I'm involved in evolving preservatives and embalming I'll bury you wit you jewels like Tutenkaumen and we aint got nuttin in common especially once I'm done carvin my name in your maimed carcass a reporter asked for a interview I said before you do scan the residue and see who the fuck you talkin too?! Mister Meanor Felon [Centri] I'll crack your melon and spit the seeds at your cerebellum My first name Mr. Meaner my last name Felon Nocturnal inferno black human torch I'm thermal Eternal verbals pages in my mental maze enslaves the journal Reminiscing of the last Mc who screamed submission I finished with a blank hit list completed my mission Catch a busy signal from my mental infinite ammunition Centri 21 real estates on different dimensions Spies in my mental with cameras tying to spy My brain cells collide and fry to unify To what called my third eye, which hesitates to die Which hesitates to die which hesitates to die Out the casket labeled basket case Master of disguise call me casket face A Red Skull mask my heart pumps in a black glass If looks could kill call me casket face in case the pace maker breaks Centri's the un-licensed surgeon malpractice activist Dragging MCs through deaths uterus How can you think with your head spinning like this? He said to the exorcist musicianist with a twist Merciless till dead fish float to the surface The boa construct Cobra Clutch Snake fist to venom hiss to venom mist My venom never miss transmit through transit Olympic CD discus throwing medallist Snake Fist to venom mist to Golden Arms to metallic palms to bronze Un-diagnosed Holy Ghost to unholy Quorans Pentagram to pentagons Lenz phenomenon Crimson Tides to Golden Ponds suicides notes dear johns Futurist linguistic Ghengis Khan firearms The devils comes in many forms From contract forms as combat forms Zhombie Joint [Chorus] Who's that knocking at the door who's that coming through the floor? Who's got us ready for the war (Zhombies) What's that seeping through the crack What's that coming through the back? what's got us ready to attack (Zhombies) something goes bump in the night something just doesn't feel right now we can't sleep without the lights cause of (Zhombies) [Dynamics] I'm encased and pacing in my basement Glancing over plans to make enhancements to my next power plant - 10, 000 amps of surround sound my modular.. It's lenz 3, Centri on my cellular [Centri] what up Drew? what you getting into? (I'm working on the sickest--) Hold up that's Doc beeping through Tell him I said what up. I was just about to call you What you getting into? That's why I'm calling you) I'm about to head over Drews with a few brews in a few Cool, I some sick chicks to come through Yo, they fatties on some stripper shit like last time? They closer to a playmate poster What time? First I gotta cop a couple Dutches- get my edge up You got that Hendrix stuff? The Z-dub zombie puffs? That's what's up. Aight lemmie tell Drew. Me and The Docs about to come through [Dynamics Plus] ..this dude coming through with the white on white Smelling like Curve and shit. [Centri] Doc's got some cuties coming through in a minute. what's this? I got some new shit. Turn it up... I know I got something for this... What's up with this I just copped this sick zombie flick It's independent I don't know it don't look low budget, rewind it It's probably the Doc... Jehovahs Witness (get out of here) who me ? I got the blunts and beer It's about time you got here Yo, what up with the Fed-ex truck? I don't know he just rolled up I'm about to hit the kitchen and roll up- hold up you mix the drinks and I'll roll up. now who's this Is that the chicks? Some nigger selling some bullshit -get outta here! We should peep this flick till they get here what is it? Zombie shit Dynamics, gimmie something to light this. [the Hybrid Doctor Strange] You can catch the doctor locked up I'm over the kitchen sink pouring liquor and drinks experimenting so don't blink concocting noxious multi-flavored alcoholic options - ready to get this party knocking who's knocking? [Centri] too busy watching the blunt passed and popping like it's pop-locking smoke with no options for oxygen blunt smoking contest. Is he still conscious? -smoking that D-day. -got a nigger feeling like Shawn of The Dead on Z-day. [Centri] Pass up the shot gun/ I shot one/ grab the shells off the shelf/ arm yourself/blast 'em well/blaze to hell [Dynamics] Work release the work piece/ my nine piece/makes a crease I blow his piece/ rest in peace until the body twitching cease [Dr. Strange] My killing spree /spitting shells relentlessly The murder scene/bloody scream /douse his faced with kerosene [Centri] Grab candle/gat handle/pistol whip/ignited it And seen him blow Barricade hallway /blast away/the arcade 12 gauge/the AK/ my gun play/ Clear The Way In my Residence the evil dead house of a thousand Thoughts of my stage play (ghosts are surrounding) It's Shawn of the nightmare (Dawn of the after) 28 days final living zombie chapter Devotion [Chorus] You focused and hocus pocus like magic It's tragic what happens when you devoted to rappin You focused and hocus pocus Like magic shit gets tragic [Centri] I'm a product of generation X Raised by dys-functional family and television set Progress limited regardless of intelligence Shit, my melanin is from the wrong continent Depressed my success for the bright side is jaded Trying to squeeze through this funnel that's over populated You call it rap music where money hungry one hit wonders Over rule real talent causing confusion They say I'm to creative they say I'll never make They say I need to be more crime sex and drug related To ambitious to give up and say I'll never be rich But talent becomes a hobby when you got to pay your rent Walked in this business starving with no shirt on my spine And plans to leave with my own restaurant and clothing line Until then I'll interpret life like I'm Christopher Reeves Who couldn't escape his situation with his S(the letter) cape And alcohol floods the mind to build Taj Mahal My future plans upon plans still trapped by four walls With black mood rings Mark McGwire mood swings Swinging at your world on a mission to spark a change I'm speaking on the big picture and in reality I'm at this 9 to 5 ice grilled cause my mentalities To engineer my mental to crack an instrumentals dental To pin your brain and win that platinum inter-continental [The Hybrid Dr. Strange] Thoughts I got by the unorthadox mind of the Doc gleam for top 10 spots on the Billboard I have a dream of a starvin' artist and emcee's wit billboard's that read "will rap for food", Popcorn Chicken washed down wit Mountain Dew labels changed your mood to gun claps and snaps in every interlude changed the way that you act in every interview wit a vampire, pokin holes in your image till you expire no shelf life, retired and no longer desired Spencer For Hire, the cheddar you was brought to give thoughts to EA Sports and Sega you a swartze-nigga Running Man doin the runnin man for paper you need a facelift, raps is makshift your mindstate is, basic like Neo vs. Agents Smith in the first Matrix the lenzmen can bend and blur your optic focus take notice, my mic devotion is known to bring out all my deepest emotions