ManBearPig
half man half bearpig
Black Thought blacked out on this beat.
Dig it, look into my window tell me what you see
Lieutenant university of philosophy
While you not possibly escaping what I'm meditating
My shackle of thought tackle you while I'm educating
Your dome's resonating, from inhalation of darkness
As I spark the smart shyt for which you’re waiting
Situatin' me at the top of the pile
Wild Delaware file, Pennsylvanian, sub-terranean style
Step up into my crevice and taste, the medicine of the champagne
King like Evelyn leaving you leveled and sabotaged
It's all camouflage like the devil and guns
And coke peddling, Olympic medaling flashback
That of a war veteran blast at
The programmer bringing lashes 'cross your back
On some accuracy of a brainwashed Bosnian troop
That swooped down through your roof without sound
On a lyrical Nat Turner mission, reacting off of intuition
Continuously alert, no intermission
If your ears hurt, you shouldn't listen
That means you artificial and my style'll poison your brain tissue
Gettin' maimed and crippled once the gamma rays hit you
My grains habitual and I should never go against
The ritual I've been mastering ever since
I was among the flavored youth, remain sharper than a saber tooth
My deliverance is self-evident
Vital, lyrical science (now)
the creativity