FlipSquad, Canibus, Boe, Villa - Seriously lyrics
[FlipSquad, Canibus, Boe, Villa - Seriously lyrics]
The secret of the ages
I illuminate with logic
What I speak is more than
Just deep it's bottomless with common sense
I'm organized like crime and mafias
Plus the way I rhyme is prime, like Optimus
A rapologist
You could sit and do the knowledge with
From GED's, to degrees
From Ivy League colleges
I politic with any magazine columnist
About topics other emcee's won't
Even bother with
Rock solid shit like stones and monuments
It's obvious the third eye of
The obelisk is watching us
Closely, through a microscope and
A pair of binoculars
Ghetto scholars like me
Who study street calculus
I utilize every letter of the Arabic alphabet
To touch a part of your body
That makes you feel erogenous
I grab the tail of a comet
Follow it to the apocalypse
Slow it down with my retro-rockets
Until I stop it
Rhymes be like, unidentified flying objects
The positive, positive
Beliefs in your self-conscience
The devolution I bring is
A diagrammatic enigma
I'm Monad, so I'll elucidate the stimulus
Somebody pass my diadem
You probably think that it's incubus
Because I'm an inimical epiphany
This is an epistolary symphony, seriously
I illuminate with logic
What I speak is more than
Just deep it's bottomless with common sense
I'm organized like crime and mafias
Plus the way I rhyme is prime, like Optimus
A rapologist
You could sit and do the knowledge with
From GED's, to degrees
From Ivy League colleges
I politic with any magazine columnist
About topics other emcee's won't
Even bother with
Rock solid shit like stones and monuments
It's obvious the third eye of
The obelisk is watching us
Closely, through a microscope and
A pair of binoculars
Ghetto scholars like me
Who study street calculus
I utilize every letter of the Arabic alphabet
To touch a part of your body
That makes you feel erogenous
I grab the tail of a comet
Follow it to the apocalypse
Slow it down with my retro-rockets
Until I stop it
Rhymes be like, unidentified flying objects
The positive, positive
Beliefs in your self-conscience
The devolution I bring is
A diagrammatic enigma
I'm Monad, so I'll elucidate the stimulus
Somebody pass my diadem
You probably think that it's incubus
Because I'm an inimical epiphany
This is an epistolary symphony, seriously