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letra de me, myself & i - marcanum x

me, myself & i lyrics
(verse 1)

it’s the thermodynamic, pyrotechnic, rocket-throttle-engine-rockin’
cosmic-supersonic-toxic-topic boss of awesome lyrics
on a mission w/ a mob of brethren stopping all these fetish
-driven monsters w/ intentions of starting unlawful pen tricks
i’m ‘too deep’ without the p (2d) like ‘amun-ra cemented’
a cryptographic enigma walkin’ (walken) like christopher, you get it?
conscientious omnipresence channels the high frequencies like not de-еssin’
(pause the session)
my brain’ll just scarе ya, this ultimatum rhyme shakes you in terror
cracking craniums harder than a titanium terrace
my reign’ll embarrass you so you constantly vomit
your reign (rain) consists of both hydrogen and oxygen droplets
this forerunner foreigner orator; encased in a black & orange
cryptum storage unit is more than a
source w/ a formula, a force from an orbital nebula
mx was born with electric lungs
my imaginarium’s expressed by an eccentric tongue
making up eclectic fun, spewing septic scum
keep your eye on me like the cortical retina
demonstrated by an illuminatic insignia
one hundred cynics hunt my robust, public image
don’t trust in corrupted bum & druggie misfits
who live in a dungeon district slum expecting tons to listen
to them ask for their ‘peace’ (piece) like the nra ‘gun’ commission
(oxymoronic isn’t it?); (b) like a ‘bachelor’ party of ‘feminists’
& harvey dent’s ghost is a special guest
if inarticulate people are smarter than mensa is
why’s my ‘mind’ in a ‘concentration’ camp like schindler’s list?
i could ‘shake’ speare (shakespeare) up till he loses cerebral cells
‘getting by’ in life w/ inconceivable stealth
your dialogue is just hypersecretion of filth
you’re the ‘truth’??? this ‘heresy’ needs to be quelled!
(hook)

me, myself & i….we mold this sound
everyone in sight….gets thrown around
if you think you’re hard….then show me now
there’s no way…there’s no way….you’ll take me down

(verse 2)

my music has a ‘mass effect’ like commander shepard
w/ a ‘flow’ controlling’ people like an ‘oceanic’ scepter
a bad girl, i just can’t accept her
she gets ‘mad over many men’ like a polyandrist’s temper
her attitude toward me makes the solace vanish quicker
saying i’m misogynistic is a thoughtless cancer in her
the love potion she drinks is a darkened, acid mixture
thinking she’ll ‘get smart’ like ‘steve carrell’ & start to dance w/ sinners
this complex depth perplexes the best
putting duress and stress on them like kendrick’s breath
leaving ‘black burns’ on you like my homie lnx
here’s what to mxpect:
you couldn’t ‘lift a tech’ if you used ‘aaron yates cd collection set’
on a ‘bench press for weights doing reps to strengthen your chest’
i bring more ‘brute’ force than the ‘jiralhanae chieftain’
‘cursing you’ without the aid of a ‘periodic bleep trend’
these word formulations are so profound, they’re pure
axenically performed, never been mouthed, it’s newer
don’t assume you found a cure to rap
when you drive it down in sewers
you’re gonna ‘biff’ it like you can’t ‘outmaneuver cow manure’
while you’re moving’ past us in the blackness through polluted avenues
and it’s been captured by a camouflaged camera crew from several views
your amentia is a prosecutor’s breathless proof
you’ll get indicted on electric charges from a wire
‘conducting’ like john williams w/ his orchestrated choir
this superencipher infuses this music w/ hyper
-active herculean fire demising hooligan pirates
abusing the usual kinds of usable sites
to loot my life’s work to their computer devices
sit down, listen up and be quiet
you could never be mx (bmx) if you were a motor bike, kid
(hook 2x’s)

- marcanum x

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