Supernova (#SOTM3 Outro)

I'm breaking down on these nickles who think they superficial

Black scribbles and blue lines with limited distance

Christian in the sense that I am icky - wicky, bitch

Lord, during the End of the World, keep my lifted

Addictions get 'em to pick their prisons often times

Assaulting lines, it's hard to find, these partridge dimes

Part of my, lyrical murder upon the rhymes

These white pages can get diced crazily, I'm

About to leap off the Burj Khalifa,

Destroy all I see like Katrina, I may fuck her then leave her

Observing all I defeated, ridiculed like I'm cheating

Blue tennis shoes over the wire, covered in beetles

These evils surround my camp, invasion

Solving every two bars horizontal, equation

Brilliance exists in such places

Unknown as America, we used to be the lifesaver

 

Breaking down the senses with every rolled barrel

Lose a life when it hits me, light bulb channel

Pouring cold, unwanted porridge on Goldilocks

Her golden locks about wanted as a phony photo op

Hourglass makes the hours pass twice as fast

Speed demon, hip hop needs the key riddance

The difference is, that dickheads have been soft the whole time

Superbowl, I ball, while bowling a bowling ball, I'm

Breaking the wasted time, these niggas hate my lines

Line up in line to get served with lines from Linus

Minus the buzz caused from your ignorant rapping

Eat some Gummy bears while you go fishing and crapping

Dissolving obstacles with the glimpse of an eye

Fly like a butterfly, and not a dick with a nine

Teenagers believe that you just Crip, and it's fine

America as a whole receives a middle finger rhyme

Since Sobek sweat so much, that he made the Nile,

And Bes allowed the Egyptians to make ceramic tiles

And the evil god, Set, tore out Horus' eye

The prophecy of my legend was never meant to die

Since Atum spit up his children to make Earth

And the human race began going bezerk

And music somehow became controversial

The prophecy of my quality in music was certain

 

Since Jesus Christ was snoopin' out who betrayed him

And people agreed to explode themselves for bein' Muslim

And hip hop evolved from spoken word, rock, and jazz

My rhymes were prewritten in a tablet's ass

Since the beginning of the Big Big Bang

To the first diesel engine, or the first recording

Oracles have predicted the return of the menace

I'm a fuckin' winner, the sinister figure will never finish

Somewhere over the moon, I cast bastards

And throw 'em to the constellations, plaster them backwards

Atmospherical miracle in the sense

The universe is so big, it's like my dick in the pen, yeah

I believe that there's Universe somewhere

There's no killing, no villains, no ragged bum hair

No homocide, fratricide, or genocide

No suicide, insanity, or losing minds

Where people the same size can stand by each other's side

Where no one judges another on the color of their kite

Fuck imagination, I'm sure how happy Satan is,

He's taken over the world, it's blatant, bitch

Rock steady since '02, I told you

The Canis Majoris, a portion of the orbit boned you

Bigger than the Milky Way, ain't no Milky Way

If radio waves in the space waters don't ripple away

Galaxies slap you with the arms of gracious beauty

Might as well go see a movie about moving through the

Vaccuum of space, just hope I don't get sucked up

Cause if I were angel, that'd be fucked up

Parallel to hell and a jail cell

Right next door to the nice, inept whore

Pouncing on these dying stars like a Jaguar

Running down these race tracks, number 2 Nascar