Make Your Mind Up

Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Hieroglyphics is gonna twist a kid's cerebellum If he lives, then I tell 'em, I'll leave his head swellin' When tellin' fellas about the five-six Live, it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy Adam be mad a G, mad at me 'cause I got a fatter salary Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom ramen Never top, 'cause you'll never stop the atom bombin' Hiroshima, Nagasaki, don't copy The manuscript, man you slipped, you're sloppy Joe Schmo, never no more, I'm clever and you're Never gonna score 'cause I'm sure I'm better and pure Like cannabis, and if it's possible I'll drop a new Line with the lyrics, live is the spirit And soul, I got plenty in me, eeny-meeny-miny-mo Slo-Mo, approach with yo ho, yup 'Cause I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis A-D-A-M, the A-P-L-U-S One and the same, runnin' the game on fly chicks Real tight, so they feel right with the five-six And it's like that, and that's how it is, G The skins I cross get tossed like a frisbee Search and find lines of life in my scripture Screens make me seen so the keen get the picture Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Eruptions, and busting, when I'm thrusting, cuts men Into microscopic particles, molecules, atoms Attack 'em, hack 'em, never slow, never slack I'm invincible now what about the flow is intense at fools Who know not, flow not like this wizard Ya play with it, fiddle Widdle a hole in ya throat and pull out ya gizzard Trachiotomy, I slaughtta the watery-weak Your slip-snares are sloppily geek Niggas tweek when I speak, they retreat Rethink what was spoken and then repeat My feat of inhuman capabilities, rape and pillage emcees Then I kill emcees, who have no style I file niggas down to the cuticle Who can feel my foot prints Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful Blinding, winding, up and change-ups Rearrange punks, when I drops, kerplunk! Rip chunks, out the mic, and then digest, why test? I'm cavin' in your chest when I express Myself, extreme confusion You think you're losin' your mind 'Cause my rhyme cuts holes like a nine Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Tajai, two syllables, easy With ease, we, seize thee, butt emcees B 'Cause they come wacker than Batman's sound effects I ground your text, but vertebrae wack I pound your necks Sally bone, I be prone to rip shit, likely Believe it or not, believe it I got the cock-D Cacophony, I cap the phonies, so there is no needs For meager attempts, deceivers and pimps know I be Accelerating on that scale, bats pale the countenances Of countless knit-wits who wished this Would mishit, but this shit's equipped with Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly Fronts be fucked and punk nuts rank us amongst thee Punks we often cross when soft men Is the image portrayed to them, spinach is no savior when I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures Don't tempt me, shrimps be skewered on the barbie My foot is found within ya, is there any dilemma? Yo, hardly Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up Take your time recline and make your mind up