Super villain be the I.V., you will only need me when you are dying
Verse to inspire, more than motivate
A brain cleansing of this Miseducation to you
Stepped in a zoot suit tailored by Zeus
Sharp as a saber tooth, moves like a mercenary troop
Third eye splits two red moons
Stood where the devil would in the shadows of the room
Mic misuses continues, in da head SV text computes
Brews and hydro breaks too, zone off bout why what I do
Versatile with this style, rewrite the creative tool
Free write to free verse poetic pleasure
So pleased to place words on a sheet
Microphone introduce me
Phoning home, mind blow, what would you like to know
Would you like fresh produce, call me ink from the pen
Then again, would you like more instructions on how to stop faking?
Watch me twist this to a mindbender for the social pretenders
Would you like a flow, see how long I can go
I can talk some gangster shit, bang bang from my click clack bitch
Talk bout love, women and ho’s, bragging bout my clothes
Where I am and who I know. Tell you bout that fire smoke
The system, maybe a rebellion, where this country is heading
History or slavery, lynching and raping
White, black, fags, Jews the Virginia tech shooter too
Obama, Bush, O.J., the back of Monica Blowinski’s throat piece
Negative rhymes, the minds that sign the contacts blind
Haiti on the decline, wet foot, dry foot, Tomahawk cruise missile
North Korea and Iran got the nuclear bomb too
I may have left out a few million issues
But do you want a show; this is the new Super villain tune
Need me yet. Are you dead? May I revive you?
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