Brainiac - No Clue lyrics

This that, black liquorice delicious shit
I'm in this shit to win this shit
Just give me a minute
Special edition trying to rap with a lisp
Or a speech impediment that's peddling
Faster than Lance did
No need for a second glance kid
Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder
I strike lightning and rhyme thunder
I'm the real ninth wonder
The other eight of 'em fall even
When they see my name
I bring the pain and keep
It constant like permanent dismay
This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes
And with open ears just concentrate
On this musical vibe
I take you through the years
And take you back another century
When rap was never meant to be
To be or not to be is not
The question I mean that honestly
But honestly I don't cuz you other faggots
Were never part of the prophecy
But probably you know because I
Took it over like Constantine
At the age of seventeen I
Got the meanest regime poetry machine
Carmina machina I speak the
Language of the gods
You lacking flow like menopause
But you acting like a bitch on
Her period you'd benefit from gauze
So you can hold the applause, pause
Until I school these silly
Bulls with my syllables
My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable
Your bitch just wet her unmentionables
I got a thirst that's unquenchable
Better go find something
Else that's sensible
My music is sentimental when
Killing these instrumentals
My potential is detrimental and
My flow is consequential
I'm something mental killing all
These weak ass rappers
Let me check your credentials
I'm acting exponential

Fuck you can probably just leave that
It sounded kinda cool

My rhymes will make your skull split
Phatter than that bitches britches
Busting at the seams and shit
Cripple when you hear me starring
Beats like I'm an asterisk
This track I remixed and mastered it
I'm not a pacifist but you
Faggots have asked for it
So never send it back at me
I know that life can be a
Bitch just like bad acne
Go ahead and throw your raps at me
They never phase me faggot I just
Save you maggots like I'm
Julie "The Cat" Gaffney i'm baffling
Every single rapper to make a request
Actually gets hung from the rafters
I'm like Bruce Banner so
Where are your manners
You won't like me when I'm angry
I'm lanky but I'm swinging like
A New York Yankee you can thank me later
For now I'm just writing
Rhymes on this paper
I got my paper in tapers
Sending these rappers to their makers
Making or breaking ties
I'm contemplating these lies
Never wear a disguise
I see the prize through my eyes, surprise
I see the size of you other guys
You're small fries and none of 'em wise
You're just a bunch of spies
And that's the reason I despise you flies
The sky is falling from the highest of highs
Now that's a great demise