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letra de intellectual mental - flow enigma

words entering my cranium, powerful, lyrical mind like it’s packed with uranium
and this is what occurs every single moment that i breathe
it’s a talent that i can spit these magnificent magical words with ease
like dust in the breeze, you better believe, that i’ll leave
a rapper in a body bag, yeah i’m probably mad, no i’m definitely mad
twisted, i’m twisted in the way that i formulate a loaf of lyrics for you b-tches wanting bread and riches
i’m pic-sso painting pictures, & my van won’t gogh so i put an ear to the air like i lost my st-tches
listening for a sign that i’m not all alone, but solitude seems to follow me like a garden to a gnome
this is my life, to make rhymes, but sometimes there’s just strife, like i don’t know what to do and i gotta think twice
before i make a decision, about creating an incision in my forehead so that more words can fit in
then i fall & hit rock bottom like my balance id forgotten, but my pen hits the ceiling
like i injected penicillin, into my heart just to try & get some real feelings
but nah it didn’t work, i’m still a jerk, but i’m in time for the turps, turpentine in reverse
down my throat it burns like a f-cking he-rs-, in a furnace, cremation wasn’t ordered but i put the coffin in the flames on purpose
& you know why? because right now i’m f-cking nervous
cos i talked sh-t to the body, of ricky bobby in the lobby, and i don’t want him to come back as a zombie, and eat me like some kebab meat
now thats obscure, but i’m not sure, if this rhyme will settle the score, between me and thor
because the gods and i were having a little argument in the parking lot of heras apartment, over which motherf-cking lyricist would be in charge of the rapping department
of course i submitted myself as the main candidate, this created a bit of pandemonium and led me to agitate
all of the gods at once, & as it turns out, all of the gods are c-nts
and apparently i don’t fit the description, of a doctorate with a prescription to verbally rippem’, acidic verses to leave your soul tripping
but ah well i guess i’ll have to find another way, another path, another day, until i’m noticed as a rap phenomenom anomaly. militant muhammad ali, upper cut in a hurry, verbal jab will make you scurry. and i’ll keep swinging hooks, spitting books, of words until the fights done
sh-t i’m getting a vision of the future,,,
oh what a f-cking surprise, i won

- flow enigma

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