Burnt (feat. The Hyrogliphics)

Mista, twista, getcha

Every single time, and I rhyme like I know, so I flow

With the gifted tongue and the cryptic brung

New phrases into the mazes, play this

Two times a day with the day-o

Day-ay-ayo and the daylight come

I plum forgot what a wack rhyme was

Because I buzz like a bee in the ears of my peers

So they know, and I know, we all know they know

Daylight come and me wanna go home

Cool

No tool, no Smith and Wesson

Just an opposite so I can pop a bit of

Shit on the mic when I get on the mic

I ricochet a bit on the mic

And I like it, just like the girl on one, two

D-E-L will C-R-U-S-H anyone who

Makes advances when I'm incognito

Veto is the answer when I prance upon your skull like a Frito

Finito, but I ain't finished

Till I let the flipside ride till the rhythm is diminished

I would if I could, but I ain't, 'cause I can't

Time for me to law down the law, who's raw?

You saw the views from the shoes of the writer

Stronger than a Cisco and you're like a cider

Watery

Try to win the lottery before you try to slaughter me

Because I'm not the G

To be stepped to, kept you on your toes

As my rep grew, I leapt through negative foes

So you better get flows to counteract what we've done

Received one good 'cause I'm armed like a sleeve, son

Plead dumb and step back as I wreck shop

Collect respect, props and deck the next prop artist

The hardest is the one who don't pass out

If Tyson's last name was Rophone, I'd knock his ass out

The bigger the better, the better the bigger is

Whenever you figure this **** is gettin' his

Be real and don't kill with flaws, the ill cause

Just answer to the boss, and that's when you lost

Keep on losing, I'm using many tactics

I yearn to earn more green than Saint Patrick

And I make backs if you get caught fronting

New bought a Newport, but I puff a blunt in

I needs no Sugar Crisp to get swift

So what with two syllables exemplifies the gift?

Tajai, I sense those who try to scale my ladder

Bladders release upon your porch if you don't cease

I response with beats and will distraction

When I see one fatter than Rerun, so what's happening?

It's not where you're from, it's just how you come

Correct, respect the roughneck, 'cause 'nuff get

Bucked and tucked into their beds like "Nighty, nighty"

Deft of the membrane, none left 'cause I'm a righty

Fight these, you'll catch volleys for your follies and mistakes

I stick fakes with shanks, so no thanks

Wack shit, your raps are ineffectual

I get in butt styles like a hard-up homosexual

Not for sex when you're at the intersection of damage

Sandwich knuckles are what your luck pulls

Bad ones, catch one or two, rather a few

A slew for soft ass phonies plus your cronies

Try me, you'll catch my Vans in your hiney

That's if my bat grip slips, though I doubt it

Pout if you want to, covertly to find me

But I see more than them candies, nothing gets by me

So play the tracks, and you'll go out like Betamax

Next to Tajai, 'cause I kicks the greater tracks

Bob your head to this, mischievous, soul societal

Idle chatter never slips off the lips of this writer

Might not be the greater innovator of the rhyme scheme

My style is the Visine to get your eyes opening

This Raggedy Ann gets dandy like a lion in the meadow

While the teapots blow off steam like a kettle

You're hip-to-the-hop, I kick, I trip the light fantastic

Gettin' into the groove, better than a phonographic

The vandal with the vocals making the locals go insane

The regal rhymer speaks the sustenance for the brain

Get frisky with the phrases as you praise us like divinity

The one of liberated soul controls for infinity

Got style by the square mile, cats got a vibe child

Hieroglyphics will uplight the rhythms for the meanwhile

Articulate my lingo as I mingle in my medium of speech

And peace to prop prophets as I ponder and teach

A smidgen of religion to the fraudulent

Listen, pay attention, I'm the master of this convention

Kick the wicked and wily styley while you're stuttering just like Smiley

Skipping shingles of your shattered dreams, too bad it seems you tried me

The wise and wordy wizard pays a visit to your subconscious

Crush your wonderland, extinguish all the nonsense

Optimistic, stylistic, mystic myth, I'm swift

Like Mercury, mercy me, I'll surely shoot the gift

People call me souped up just because I'm livin' fat

People call me nasty, it's because I eat the cat

And I swing a bat to level heads, leaving devils dead

Never said never 'cause a clever head's better

Dreads locked on the top of my crop, never flaky

If this was a field, then Bo Jackson couldn't shake me

Bake me, Betty Crocker's oven isn't hot enough

If you wanna spread the skins, then I got a lotta stuff

Not a bluff, got a tough guy thinkin' twice

Why step? 'Cause a fly rep, I kept my stepladder

I had a fatter spliff I was hittin' on

Now it's just a smidgen, like a pigeon I'll be shittin' on

Sittin' on a futon, slippin' my Timb boots on

I'm the type of brother that ya have to get ya troops on

Oops, I'm sorry 'cause I didn't mean to diss you

I could hook a ho and make her blow like I was tissue

Mary had a little lamb, Adam got a lotta dough

Need help with your garden? Skyline got a lotta hoes

Yo, I didn't mean hoes, I meant women

If she got the pool, I got the trunks, let's go swimming

Dip, dip, dive 'cause I'm live

Liver than five or ten of the men on my jock

You don't stop

Here a pimp, there a pimp, everywhere a pimp, pimp

This A-Plus grades the quiz, so there it is