I’ve about had it, grindin’ like nose slides fifty fifty dark sides your attitude is downright rude right now I’m in the woods with the druid dru what the fuck you do drugs for dude I’m the blade armor ninja, but when I’m behind the trigga of my Nina I’m a nigga, banging wu tang in my system, might just come through with a krishindo sharp like the tip of a pencil, we be digging graves up in Pennsylvania and then refilling ‘em with the bodies of strangers estranged riddles I’m weird like the Riddler Edward Nigma mysterious serial killer with scissor hands like Edward scissor hands, chest riddled with bullet holes but I’m still kickin’ though cause they wasn’t silver bro get your girl out our damn crib we don’t burn bridges and she sucks halfway decent making her a valuable asset for when were just chillin, deep sea diving off the coasts of China in the sea of Japan man Mister Yo’s in Tokyo prone bone in GoGo Fukme you fly like a fairy, penguin, flightless birds the largest species on planet earth would be the ostrich felines were first domesticated by ancient Egyptians soon my tomb will be hidden behind several different walls of encryption and given plenty of attention from archeologists lookin’ for their next big break, got money but I don’t spend it as it sits in the bank, and collects interest, bleeding in a rather unusual pattern your management is horrible like Clint hurdles hoarding hoards of bats in my attic massive colonies upon colonies take flight at dusk and settle in your settlement, scaring you like 1692 Salem Massachusetts residents while looking at romantic relationships as if they were mathematical equations, never second guessing, stepping like Kevin Durant nah fuck him and his decisions steppin’ like Brandon Ingram who dressed up fresh for the press lookin’ like Jack Skellington on draft night, my mannerisms are handsome a young Glenn Danzig ask your girlfriends gay friend I saw him checking for a kid from a distance, impressed by the way I walk and handle my business, I just can’t help it, Thomas Jefferson had an obsession with African American women and fathered at least six mixed children with his enslaved worker turned concubine and eventually granted them their freedom, what a nice guy, hotter than a match stick when its lit in the kitchen and used to start the oven in the summer this album was on your kids Christmas wish list before the ps4 you couldn’t match this my style is too raw, pull up and hit that game winner like Allen Iverson from Hampton Virginia born to a single fifteen year old mother in the West Hamptons surrounded by white bitches I wished I was back in PA real quick and then whop whop kid I teleported, my SP always replenishes like coins in a well, cold as hell, open up the door to Pandora’s box and Mister Yo’s in the Garden of Eden with Lilith and many other female creatures/demons my writtens amount to more pages than the Iliad kid I’m nice stirring up the rice while my wife uses the restroom, she said before she left that it should be done soon, this was two hours past noon now we both nude and gotta watch what gets added to the food once she gets back from using the bathroom, my rhymes are abundant sir and I use many other devices of literature your retarded if you think I’m garbage but don’t hold back those comments as I use them for referencing how great I am, on a daily basis Candace takes her mask off and remains faceless for the duration of the evening worshiping herself on occasion meaning that she believes in auto theism, the creation of space is a dense topic when discussed amongst scientist scientific robots are not a thing of science fiction anymore as the future nears closer to our end in the event that they ever do fully eliminate humans and replace them with mannequins I’ll be forever prepared as their creator, 28 Days Later and my CD is still in your CD player, poised for perfection pushing my albums as if I was actually attempting to become Hollywood famous Mister Yo skates a Zero board abroad in Barcelona but went pro for Alien Workshop in America riding an Element, their inception gift to him was a customized soccer uniform with exceptional print and yes of course he accepted it, but that was some time ago as I’ve continued to grow I’ve past my prime as an athlete, been playing basketball on the hard concrete since I was eight, change your suffixes because they’re in the wrong tense, I meant a tense individual at the store in the outdoor section shopping for tents he says Dick’s has a wide selection except they're expensive I might try Gander Mountain here second that is unless you have any other better suggestions, right that split second my phone started ringing so I answered it right in front of him like, who in the fuck do you think that you are ignoring my calls? Bitch I’ll snatch your bottom jaw off so you actually can’t talk, what’s your excuse now huh? I can’t I hear you, what? come again? I can’t understand you, playing Yu-Gi-Oh! trading cards with some broad she has blue hair like Marge Simpson or better yet the eyes of a White Dragon Maiden lady Priestess master spell caster Mister Yo wins championship dueling events and meaningless tournaments just like it was nothing, so even when he’s down to a three one game deficit or a seven point difference he always has the upper hand advantage kid, serious when it comes to series and competitive as fuck while everyone else is being fucking stupid, one thousand knives kid don’t bend, hidden blade technique, it’s Mister Yo on the beat,

The name of this track is Waxx no Canibus reference, the guy who made this beats name is Boppers and he's Brazilian, I was heavily influenced by Canibus horse lead hearses after the lead has been ridden all fires extinguished Mister Yo spits so cold kid, frigid, he gets livid if you disrespect him his third eye like Tien’s enhances his vision right hand can crush full cans of acrylics spilling its contents while his fingers do the same to a bitch, a chemical reaction is the rearrangement of the molecular structures of a substance, I appear before you as a reflection of your inner own appearance, nevertheless kid she's so obsessed with me like Mariah Carey, it was then when he started to believe that darkness could offer something more than itself, I pulled a flashlight from up off of the shelf and exclaimed it contains no batteries, I’ve dodged plenty cases of assault and battery when I’m rhyming it’s like domestic violence most breast development happens in the first trimester but it depends on the women as these results can often times vary, we bury bodies at the cemetery in an already taken plot, middle aged housewives with their tubes tied in a knot, she took me on a date to the Camp Cold Lake where we sat on the rocks and played with each other, it was hot, she got undressed in under a minute and I complimented her on how she looked like Lilana Vess, all black fit kid I am Death, come for your head and split it like a melon, eating cantaloupe for breakfast there’s so many different layers to me like a Reese’s Fast Break, I always score on the fast break, I’ll lick the icing clean and eat the whole damn cake baby you don’t have to bake I make more money than Chris Farley’s family does royalties, treat my girlfriend like royalty, she pretty like Barbie then I just might be Ken, never under an eight on a scale of one to ten, animals use scales for their protection while humans sometimes use them for measurements, I scaled a wall to reach the top of their battlement and took three men captive then headed back to my master, bras hanged from the chandelier like chandeliers I’m just trying to bang like Violet Baudelaire girls with hairs like a lions mane.

The ground moves when I walk of parking lots filled with cars parked in every spot our love has been lost like letters written in chalk on the block the student must become better than the teacher by themselves, a single gem on my helm is worth mad gop I can’t even begin to distinguish the cost, parliament quickly faltered after the shock of a beating heart being hooked up to a monitor made by Lex Luther in a Motel Six room on the fly numbered one one two nine nine, he didn’t take his time, yet doom impended the mood of all society, the news was consumed with images of multi racial people rioting, they flew over the scene constantly trying to disperse the beings being summoned by an Indian witch in el Salvador at a rather rapid speed, while back in Tribeca they just cracked another brew, her broom was more than just that judging by all the knick knacks she could craft and the ruinous path she left as she would pass, I had to follow her back and witnessed a dark ritualistic mass permeating trees and turning grains of sand into grass, it was then when I had to ask, I excelled in every single class English history and math but can you please elaborate on the specifics of that graph, I’ll admit it, I started rapping different, due to these life changing experiences grasping for some meaning outside of the perfection that I’ve already accomplished bitch you aint shit to me, pretty like the cherry blossoms falling ever so gracefully, tears like raindrops flowing like the sea an optimistic optometrist from West Middlesex suggested that I make the switch from glasses to Lasik I responded quick said no thanks doc it aint worth the risk plus it isn’t covered under insurance, I assure you, let me warn you, four quarters can make a dollar bill bro, I have no use for girls unless its sexual and if you think any different then you’re probably a homosexual, always keep at least one finger in her asshole she be making noises like a vocal sample,

True control lies not with none but with a little, have you even taken a look at the title? It’s the two man clan Mister Yo and Nakatomi Plaza in Japan like the Yakuza, I put it on her chest like a tattoo bad dude from Pennsylvania like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven with a golden gun like Francisco Scaramanga either reading a novel or some manga, ya’ll play Jenga and don’t even get naked, I build with the real players A-list celebrity status like James Franco and Molly Ringworm in turn I’m the greatest ever and eventually you will learn, now girl come pose with these flowers for my new album cover you got a hard body like a marble statue, Mister Yo carve through stone like Lorenzo Bernini tight grip on the mic like a Burmese python with a pair of all white kicks on, I love you like a love song baby and I’ll say it again once you’re gone forever, wear your kisses like leather and tell all my friends that I’m busy on the regular, throw a baseball from center field to the catcher at home plate’s jugular with the mustard, I must admit sir I’m coming more correct than Kristina Rose on set, stuff the remains of your remains inside of a suitcase and ship it off to Kuwait, there aint nothing stranger than seeing Mister Yo with a hair do comparable to Billy Joel’s, pulling hammers like he was sitting behind a piano on stage like Jerry Seinfeld if you can’t tell I’m James Deen in the parody, aesthetic is so totally Kyle MacLachlan rocking suits in Blue Velvet except my bitch is more clueless than Cherilyn from Clueless, it’s Mister Yo stupid, AKA, the sleuth responsible for always finding the motive and the people or person that do it, SVU is short for special victims unit, I usually put it where she swears it won’t fit, 814 Hardcore kid, punch you in your appendix and then your ribs, Mister Yo spit so close to the microphone like a bitch sucking dick, you can’t contend with the pen when it is in my grip, I glow like the damn moon and skin sun after a month of eating nothing but salmon for nutrition. como fusão de yu gi oh nakatomi mister yo confusão no cérebro, meu idioma é um mistério seria utópico, um mundo onde 814 não é o topico da conversa, 60 BPM essa batida não tem pressa não tem essa, meu third eye vai piscando na minha testa quando atesta sua existência, ela não presta, ela não presta you act as soft as your chillhop beats i kid you not soon you will face concrete (translation) like a Yu-Gi-Oh! fusion Nakatomi Mister Yo confusion in your brain, my language is a mystery it would be utopic, a world where 814 is not the topic of the conversation, 60BPM this beat got no rush no way, my third eye blinks on my forehead when it notices your existence, it's useless

I think there’s something wrong with some people’s heads it’s like they lack common sense or think it’s cool to not give a shit when in reality their whole fucking life is a mess, coming from an outsiders perspective but my opinion is usually not subjective, I’m mysterious like Rey kid Tosim to the side Mister Yo comes through with a crystal sword and a few school girls in skirts and thigh highs by his side, hit you with The What reveal the phosphorus steel that was tucked then stuck it in your guts like a plug, walked off kinda cocky grabbing my nuts like they were bedsheets and rubbing on the buttcheeks of a Japanese accomplease, she blows me on her knees like a conch kid, an air carrier dropped me off like an aerial bomb in Indiana I stayed crouched after arrival an alien survivor able to mind travel across the cosmos i blossom like smoke arose out of nostrils a bushel of apples Mister Yo the asshole sent to earth to school you childs like Astral thoughts scattered and like Heie I’m a demon Big baller shot caller, rocket propelled grenade launcher sipping on Propel flavored water at a shelter for animals in North Dakota doing charitable work undercover with Winston Churchill’s third daughter smoking Pall Malls on the corner, your hands can get burnt from the scolding hot heat, I keep a burner with me unique and it rides shotgun with a shogun in the passenger seat of Shaquille O’Neal’s Jeep, we react fast and crawl in the tall grass like grubs, I got the esuna from Yuna sun, then I charged up like Goku in the sun, a vampire princess named Mina feeds on my blood for dinner and were so in love kid we always fuck, get behind her and put it in her butt pull it out then I eat it up

It’s cold enough to be considered uncomfortable so may I suggest a coat, some people may be referring to them as jackets I’m into dropping facts kid like I’m attracted to black chicks like Toni Braxton, an actual man slipped and his descent into darkness was comparable to a graphic novel, Mister Yo spits like the nozzle of a hose, he inherited two soul taking swords where blood strengthens their blade made out of bone and engorges another organ to personally wreck you, in the middle of the night, I make her sleep with no pajamas, what kind of question is that sun? I’m all up in your face like Quinton, Jammer sippin on a Kool-Aid Jammer hands holding a jammer about to give you this panoramic view as if I were Virgil touring you through the Sixth Circle, I’m from a whole ‘nother realm like Astral shadow style so fast when I travel I’m unseen like the wind, flutter like a hummingbird when I remove my weapon and strike you again in the abdomen, when an object spins, it rotates on its axis, I disappear like clouds kid on a clear sunny day, you aint got no chance of seeing me like Jon Cena in an arena when I’m in the trees with Melai submachine gun I spray With your empty words as hollow as the bones of a bird baby you should be concerned for you safety if you ever try or successfully lie to me, I be doing some really bad things like the Fratelli’s leaving bullet holes lining the backseats of my Jeep and filming it all in 1080P HD like Martin Scorsese, it'll all be over three hours long just like The Wolf on Wall Street, the Academy Awards have been around since the late 1920’s and were first televised in 1953 by NBC, I keep my love locked in half of a heart shaped box and kept the keys close to my cock boy stop that’s nothing short of real talk together ants can overcome and kill an ox, alone I’m mad strong jumping hop scotch in the graveyard with a group of insanely hot broads, my mind states mentality is definitely better adapted for a Californian-esque climate, and not to mention all the different types of women that come along with it, but I grew up in the cold, not far is how far I’m willing to roam away from home, and I call that Pennsylvania, stashed the rest of her remains down by the river, I consume so much a ether that after I make my first move everyone else in the room has to wait at least a half hour to reload before being able to counter

Some black bears are born the color white and called spirit bears, Mister Yo is inside of me like Naruto and the Nine Tails, it’s good to get a release here and there by getting impaired, I didn’t take one drink for two full years, and the stress that weighed on my brain allowed me to not think clearly or be creative, abstinence and sustaining can be just as deteriorating as indulging in nonsense, my songs are constructed line by line kid, a mind can grow in any given direction like vines depending on their supporting system, my hair is in the developmental stages of when I get out of the shower it looks like Vegeta’s, no forming gel or Elmer’s glue needed, I’m stronger than you Super Saiyan Blue cause I train with Whis and Beerus, only comment if you have experienced it, to show interest is to be curious and nobody likes a nosy bitch, I meant a chick on the internet she invited me to her crib and I didn’t bring condoms cause that would have shown intent, my bars are rich with so much content its nothing short of entertainment even though I don’t rap in the traditional sense, not to mention sun I stay up to date on fashion yet only rock Adidas kicks and crew necks with the track pants, fit is on some ready to go ball at any given moment this is truly the life I be livin’ no bullshit, tell her to throw it in slow motion as I sit back and watch it from a distance, I truly appreciate though all the things people do for me without even askin’, still looking for a Disney princess like Jasmine to come over and watch movies with a kid and get her back bent like Neo did to that spoon in the Matrix, being chased by federal agents I just don’t quit rapping like Orpheus rescuing his bitch from the deep abyss of Tartarus my curved sword cuts through heads like Cerberus, I’m certain of this, in the forest I encountered a web and in that web were several severed heads, the spinal cord extends from the medulla oblongata which is the lowest parta the brainstem to the lumbar region in your lower back kid I’m flexin’ like a gay man on your girlfriend, about to take her out shoppin’ and not spend a single cent, Thursday night at Club Canibus holding hands while dancing a variation of the two step she’s been trying to make the switch like Mark Teixeria and The Mick ever since I started grabbing on her tits and kissing her neck like a gentleman, it would have been a success then if it all hadn’t been a ruse first I converse with the muses and they give me advice on a daily basis just not about how to make music, sayin’ that they couldn’t rip it like the Mister, Yo I can feel that, like Bob I can probably build that, you couldn’t hit that step back I’m sounding off on this track like you just activated my trap card, face down she can try and scream louder but that’ll just end up forcing me to push her head deeper into the pillow, girl you have a really pretty smile and to be honest with you it makes me want to take a picture together and hang it above my mantel for forever, seven candles lit like Michael Vick where black and red rose pedals left a trail to the steps one must ascend to achieve conceptual greatness, I wore number nine and played in the outfield like Roger Maris, a dog bite can carry rabies and a swarm of scarabs can serve as cover for my perfectly planned escape route, just trying to enjoy the summer like I don’t have to work it’s a shame we didn’t work out…

The back ends gonna bend that’s a given if I angle my club to the sun it'll give the ball plenty of tail spin or backwards rotation, kid I get it in regardless panties dripping wet more so than the condensation on my car in the early mornings before I leave for work, I water it like a garden, fade away like Tim Hardaway at Madison Square Garden, meant a Madison from Ashley Madison got mad again cause she was all about living in the moment like life doesn’t matter so I put her in my fridge, the spicy teriyaki blend would go better with the sake if it was a tad bit sweeter, I call the shots like Emperor Pilaf, girl I don’t just want to eat you but drain it in the bedroom and drink it like chicken stock or beef broth, got a big mouth but I don’t just talk, put it in her jaws like a retainer, you'd see me on TV like Jaws if you had more than basic cable, even though I’m not a football player my talk show radio got them ratings bro, keep a black angel like Michelangelo tucked under the belt like a cell phone or a lanyard, I Goyard like leather goods or Brett Gardner, handed her a white lotus flower that I personally plucked from a pond in East Africa while disguised as a tour guide advisor for our first date, I ate a girl scout’s cookie after inviting her in and she didn’t leave till late, I know the outcome of most events before I even decide to get involved with them, Mister Yo rocks that big chain on guard like Yugi Muto with big rocks embedded in like Colorado, Eva Mendes flew into Ontario with Tony Parker from the city south of Miami in Tampa Bay Florida like the Rays where the Yankees carry out spring training I used to play for the Heat like D-Wade before they traded me to Milwaukie, from PA where I stay eating pussy like strawberries, it’s been a long day and all I can think about is being happy, the leaves sway in the breeze while they are still green and healthy but eventually they'll fall, I’m Lucy immune to all the pain inducing memories but if this were true why do I still think about you constantly, completely cut off from reality as a minor with no form of parental discipline because policeman keep giving kids passes for some reason, I’m sick of living with so many fuckin’ idiots, I could use a real girlfriend, give me my pistol with the silencer equipped where do these broads get acting like this, I put her in a bathtub then I slit her wrists, my Journey into Nyx reaped many different benefits as I exited with several artifacts and equipment ranging from slightly enchanted to extremely possessed while warding off the advances of alluring sirens and nymphs with only my fists, a ghost orchid lines the outside walls of my crib, girl what would happen if we pretend we never meant? If I took back that first bliss filled kiss Mister Yo walks through fields of blooming cherry blossoms alone trampling down death by death and upon those in the tombs bestowing life

With long lashes I bat ‘em like Reggie Jackson playing for the Yankees in the eighties at the stadium that Babe Ruth built, I might just walk with a slight tilt, thrust my sword in till the hilt hits something solid and continue to press forward in a pushing motion and won’t quit until you listen and obey my every direction like a puppet, kid I must admit your girlfriend makes for an exceptional pet and all I had to do was buy her a purse and some food, dude ill consume the fluid of you persons until I’m full the first vampire was a lesbian, an apparition in your apartment can be combated with positive messages, pictures are not always the best representations of happiness, I pitch it like Pettite pink velvet on a bitch my entrance is eclipsed and surrounded in a cloud of thick purple mist, I send out seven evil demon souls just like sin to devour your mentor and in turn strengthen my enemy a whole ten folds, atop the entire living realm with the style I learned from the young shinobi Jin the Wind master while visiting Spira with Shakirara, I don’t lie like hips, I’m now able to bend the air like Ang, aeroknesis, we strike the guardians at night when they slept where the head and neck connect with a sword curved like a scythe, the light that glows from her pupils reflects what only I can see shining off in the distance like a pile of burning leaves in the summer we were meant to be together I didn’t ask for your number yet in October she wore a crown of exotic flowers in full bloom, when I meant her I introduced myself as Mister Yo, she said that her name was Amber, I was familiar with the statues of her carved out of marble remarked how I wanted her to bear my child and wouldn’t accept the fruits of her labor if it were a daughter because I only got room for one girl in my world and she smiled, for my wings have clipped the sun before and how I’ve conversed with gods on their own palace floors made of gold but as a mortal I can only take on a single form which is the one I was born with, our time here on earth is finite and before I could finish we ascended the heavens to question her father about a request,

midgets of mischief couldn’t spread evil like the kids covered in armor harder than an armadillos skin Mister Yo is a man possessed I get it in, real friends would split that last tic tac in half and go on adventures with each other like Huckleberry Finn, Saudi Arabia imports their camels from Australia meanwhile in Pennsylvania I spit like a distressed camel, signals from inside the dugout indicate that I won’t be thrown out on a double play ball, girls play with my balls like dogs after the bars close at two thirty, I had her out of them damn clothes homie but her whole room looked like a hamper filled and then spilled, dirty, with the gods sitting at that table eating whatever’s on the menu, jalapeño hamburgers exquisite women bad bitches from Ethiopia and British Columbia like Naomi Campbell and Adriana Lima, I know the five point palm exploding heart technique and have been known to take pics after I put my jizz on her face and oh hey by the way I got a real cool name like Demi Moore, Noguano hit the store and brought me back a pack of black and milds after I told him I don’t smoke any more, no drugs were involved on my end during the creation of Club Canibus so question how a kid spits with such high viscosity, the manipulator of many things something like say cheese and die again when coming from behind the lens so thoroughly observant like like like I see everything, and yes the glasses are prescription sun manufactured by Cadillac for one they also help to enhance my vision duhhhh, from the 814 baby where bodies are thrown from boats off the shores of Lake Erie, he lays down his raps clearly so everyone in the family can hear and understand me

I leave the place torched like when Jove’s son drove his chariot too close to earth, once there was a river in which stood five great pillars, a jousting stinger broke through the chest armor of an unnamed military general in Fort Lauderdale Florida, he was buried in a cathedral near the border of Mexico, emeralds the size of dinner plates resembled fixtures and vases with paintings of faces from Ancient Greece, an enormous lioness leapt over a thirteen foot high fence last week, green canaries use mescaline guacamole for feeding I’m on the cover of a magazine that they can’t read because the prints written all in French, several of Aku’s best assassins are coming at you all at once and they're wearing the same exact mask kid she drink my milk like skim, weight is a pointless benefactor when there is the possibility of achieving weightless satisfaction, a broken into crypt where the minotaur lives is just over the bridge where the mermaids swim it was all of a sudden when a flutter of wings drew my attention to the mountain peak overlooking everything, the way she waves at me is as if I didn’t even exist, I’ve always wanted more but I’ll always be content, the only thing I’ve ever been addicted to is sex, how many chances should be given if no advancements are noticed, I had many solutions but eating the fruit proved to be useless, Mister Yo Mister Yo Mister Yo Mister Yo, he inhabits skeletons sorta like a venom symbiote, Stoya wrote articles for Vice, The New York Times, and Esquire, in 2009 she won the AVN award for Best New Starlet, got a harlot called Charlotte kid I pick up chicks in an abundance just like a basket bitch back hand smack harder than Maria Shariapova on the serve to any girl that’s deserving, you can’t go an hour without a cigarette I think that’s mad concerning, for an actual faithful relationship I am yearning, the glimmer in her eyelids are revealing a partial blindness in my iris I continue to shine bright kid like a comet,

They claim I’m insane due to the way worms inhabit my brain like books on a shelf or apples in a basket it’s because I’m full of facts kid like an encyclopedia Bram Stoker invented Dracula but that was not the first recorded vampire instances have been reported in my neighborhood but they have yet to identify a culprit I move in silence under the cover of complete darkness in order for that card effect to resolve it first has to target I’m harder to play than Boston at the garden back when they had Paul Pierce Kevin Garnett and Ray Allen kid you better watch it my wrist watch is a gadget and the katana sword that I hold with the tsuka made out of bone is known to strip women out their clothes and everyone else of their garments, I promise, you aint gotta wait till prom night kid my personal knife was fashioned out of a meteorite that disseminated everybody in sight and repopulated the crash site with several new forms of life, I take a bite, bath in the river waters of the Nile consume fluids taken from the two puncture wounds on your trachea bottled the excess and saved it for later in an unlabeled sprite bottle originally trademarked by coca cola, Mister Yo writes no chorus', his focus is better put into inspiring individuals interested in increasing insufficient funds, I keep it moving forward sun no bullshit with that same katana sword that I mentioned from before with the tsuka made out of bone I cut deeper than the stroke of when her legs are over my shoulders, on the rooftop of a holiday inn in Colorado with a heavy m21 sniper I’m spiteful despite being respectful the rounds of my rifle are interjected with the venom of a viper that don’t burn off in the barrel cause it’s not coated rather contained in an impact sensitive time capsule in the middle of the casing for safe keeping commenting on the current activity of the current sitting in a lawn chair observing Canada from a distance I won’t be swimming today nor skinny dipping, only humans have the full dexterity of their fingers being able to touch their thumb to their pinky, with the word “DIVA” on her ass I slap it like smacking the dust out of an old mattress and watch the fat kid jiggle like them particles of impurities and dead skin swirling in the air surrounding me,

Actually kid I haven’t really been feeling it writing down my thoughts because it’s all filled with emotions and shit when resentment clouds my judgment I will finish all my sentences with a bullet but we got a new post man again and he's later than normal I still have a fire burning inside me somewhere but my heart has turned to charcoal dance with me my love as we sing the sorrow together, usually id be putting her in one of them ball gowns that you'd see in the ball rooms but I’m just using her like she does me, what is really needed? To be happy, I smile on occasion you may just get to see it bae but only if you’re lucky, Mister Yo made a comment at the party and everybody who thought it was funny was happy but as for everyone else who wasn’t laughing they were grumpy, I took her to dairy queen then I got laid, paid for the ice cream using nothing except for change, we talked about change and how I manage to stay the same and touched base on the fact that absolutely nobody likes me, that you know of at least because you surround yourself with degenerates, I’m better than everyone kid, tried to take you away from a mess but you still call me daddy when were having sex, what’s the point in all that? Can a hoe ever be loyal? If it’s not a Mister Yo plan will it foil? Remember when we used to smoke out of the aluminum foil? I heard it causes Alzheimer’s and once my jaw started to hurt I grew out my fingernails and started rolling them orange three quarter Zig-Zag papers again, flash forward many years later and now I’m in the densely populated jungles of Australia not smoking marijuana or drinking ayahuasca, but if I were a plant sun best believe id be a thorn bush bearing the sweetest of all edible berries, or a single red rose that grows in solitary by the driveway yet you never can see, In full bloom, shining brightly, the corset fit her body tightly and throwing her away was just as easy as tossing loose leaf in a trash heap or dryer sheets in the dryer but she’s still alive so this makes things much harder

There was blood pouring out of her iris, black eyeliner water resistant underneath both of her eyelids, she said she's the one responsible for this silence, I looked around at ease with the peace and quiet, wrapped my hand around her waist said baby it’s going to be okay and took her back to my apartment, it was there we started talking, I haven’t meant you before but I feel some type of presence I’m not from this planet kid your handsome and before I forget to mention my intentions are pure evil, are you here to help me along the way? Girl don’t play stupid, fragments of my memory have been scattered throughout the galaxy and I’m recovering at a rapid speed like wolverine, I had so very much to say but I kept it brief just like my boxers, I’ve already done the research, I’m human I told her with my eyes closed opened them up slowly and said, I’ve left earth before, her skin began to glow a dull green shade like Kelly, down the hall the lights went out suddenly, it appeared to seem as if I were gleaming ambiently from a source unbeknownst to me, I closed the gap in between us on the sofa, she let it happen, what happened next was beyond imagination, her hands started grabbing in places then we were pressed flesh to flesh exploring each other with curious intent and uncontainable fascination, how she got us out of our clothes is as good as anyone’s guess, a gentlemen always offers refreshments to his guests, a tall glass of lemonade was made upon the ladies request, these latest events I admit are nothing short of upsetting, once I returned back to the room where the mood was set ever so gently, the woman had vanished, fixtures flicker and sway down the hallway like waves I eventually made my way to bed for the evening, she meant me there with arms outstretched while my satin sheets covered her bare chest yet her nipples could have cutten through it easily, I proceeded with ease sheathed my penis like it was a blade inside of this girls reproductive organ, I ended up planting a seed like tree cause her leg lock was stronger than Hulk Hogan, I rolled off for just one moment but she went straight to suckin’ like a porno flick with no introduction, once I hardened again stiff as a brick she mounted a kid and started to ride it like a moped, or better yet one of them bicycles you can get with an engine mounted underneath the seat, her titties all in my face like I needed something to eat, I told her to turn around and bounce that ass like a boat on the lake during a treacherous thunder storm, most every single species of rose has thorns, never an object of scorn she rode just like she was told and when I went to force her off by will her slender frame stayed planted on my manhood, like an entrance or an exit I came again and damn did it feel good, misunderstood in the morning when I wanted a third or fourth serving and she left without even a kiss, I went to go share this story with my two very close friends and they insist the same thing happened to them.

point hidden on some needle in a haystack rap. wrap your minds around the signs and sound the playback, snap so matter of factly. has these clashing of classes happening: Attica chants and channeling that which was once so maddening. mastering crafts; combative. alas, it amassed a passel, lean back. in actual fact, it seems fragile as glass menageries. tragic, to lack alacrity; though, sadly, seems the standard. point proven on a bloody-handed, "damn, if there's your answer." Hand canons and laser sights sporting lights wanna see us get fresh but the red just runs right off of ‘em underneath warm water and hydrogen peroxide, crash clear after the mixture of alcohol and people separate my squadron would be more hardcore kid if it actually had members, Terror, hilarious accusations about my character, have been greatly exaggerated and with all honestness, I must admit, I do appreciate it, face it: basic character assassinations. fictitious is the way said information gets relayed, and with sincerity vs. parody, and parakeets in the narrative, arrogance and carelessness too often bear the look of merit. by comparison, I’m denouncing every aspect expected to wow me. astounding how loudly some hounds howl, cats can't even master their yowling. it sounds like a summed up dumb-down, done dicey. like lightning striking twice, the sight is highly unlikely. Cataclysmic events antennas conclude caterpillars cocoon in a cloudy vision high steppin’ with Quid One, my disciples reined stormed down the dungeon to the pits of despair where they found hanging hell bent was him, sent atrocities accurately across the continent content with the content packaged in, shipped out rather fastly destination vastly unknown cock back a couple replica crystal hammers of Thor’s, and thrown straight into the target, straight bomb it like a carpet, sharks swimming circling the circus in the ocean orchestrated was the chorus of orcas captivated many carcasses for fish to eat, while Quid & Mister Yo stay flipping flows, intricate with these syllables. simplicity isn't the means which we each seek to grip, and so the end result will pen a pulse; pensive yet impressive. impeccable in the sense of dense, inventively expressive ways to pencil in dependence... on behalf of hate we cater toward. Civill with this Art, keep rappers asking why he ate one for (814). cannibalistic. Canibus is the Club, but i keep a sober mind. my Scatterbrain is Storming once again, as Doomed as most Divide(s). When two pending styles collide the bars just fly, I slash ‘em three times like the stripes on my adidas, you think I’m playing kid I am serious, like how words can take on a different meaning like how when it comes to Canibus I aint breathing it, with clubs you can get beaten to death, we out here eating rappers asses like they was actually wearing a dress, coming correct sum it up: nothing but due comeuppance. who's thunderstruck? rappers dragging grudges, but can't nudge their unproductive ruts. care to test? prepare; your best won't cut the mustard, just as much that sudden urge to run amok gets deaded quick by one of us. so check it. remember this as evidence, and thus you'll learn why mum's the word. wondering just what clusterfuck done struck a nerve, suckers. up from the under, comes an influx of words; subtle hints, but some inferred. nothing is undeserved. Up and coming from underneath the floorboards notice how Mister Yo holds a Pomeranian in the palm of his hands and if not there its chilling on his shoulder, a Familiar sense of despair when warlords that were once hidden come forth from within their secretive liar and band together, dangerous handles modern gods of a new era ushering in a style perpendicular to what was once known as traditional, hittin’ ‘em for more than what’s called for, 814 and Civill Arts

What type of world is it that we live in? 13 year old children on birth control and Mister Yo still can’t make that perfect album for y’all without the people behind him who share the same vision, I admit it, I ain’t no musician, but I got a thing for composition and once I spit what I’ve written... Let me get away from battling for a few minutes I’m so used to flexing cause I started rapping to prove I was better than these kids and not to mention my top five dead or alive is filled with legends, that there tidbit may seem irrelevant but who’s decision is it other than my own to know my actual thought processes? I could let you in but you wouldn’t get it I can sense your dense my spidey senses tingling shit, I inference with what’s given and you’ve presented your weakness in the form of codependence on substances and attention, a playful conversation turns argumentative and I wasn’t even trying to agitate your psyche like doing a load of laundry shit, decorate my black girls in black lace wearing a revealing one piece bikini you'd think I had the big bling bling right on me due to how blinding the kids always shining, sprinkle glitter like parsley sparsely on dead bodies in a remote hotel lobby located on a hilltop like The Shining, a real American Haunting when you realize I’m back on the track dropping facts in fact exactly where I left off, bitch fuck off my rhymes are hard like an adult trying to sit crisscross applesauce yet I get no applause… What is rap nowadays? Most listeners think I lack rhythm nowadays, these tenses transcend dimensions I spit a verse that can be broken down into the plural senses, nowadays I refuse to believe that anyone is better than me, I have accomplished things, conditioned training on how to swing a sword properly yet I still can’t flow to a beat, lol, Mister Yo feeds on the souls of the weak week to weekend whores come in hoards to my doorstep like sounding off a car alarm in Left 4 Dead, I live for the bloodshed and put your carcass in dirt like a coffin, kid it just doesn’t stop with your death, 666 scrawled into my chest I’ll revisit you idiots scribbling satanic messages on parchment paper harnessing power from cowards in your neighbors basement while you cower taking cover in the corner, covert ops missions with Noguano. Mister Yo. This razor thin blade can slice through skin and fade you out of existence, I’m the best yet and like Sirius kid I shine the brightest and rhyme the tightest why'd you think I named this mix Club Canibus, shit, a couple bangers in the deck, six compact disc CD changer in the deck and how much you wanna bet they all Mister Yo cause he comes correct, take a couple bullets to the chest and get reduced into a mound of flesh, Magnum Shield with big bricks building like the Amish Mister Yo is 22 Savage extended clip in my Glock 9 kid I don’t lie and I don’t miss, nevertheless the black pearl pendant kept around my neck is cursed and heavy to hold as the burden of regret, I nut on her forehead and left some in her hair like a beret, poppin’ off shots my cock is something like a bayonet, somewhere in the depths of Annette, an alchemist turned two droplets of spit into one potion, two Beretta’s clinched in my fist positioned promptly in your face call me Dante, now listen to the way I spit bitch call me Dante, I levitate when I sent your spirit to the Farplane and your body to a dark place I make music not to get noticed but to maybe pick up some women interested in deep conversations and some heavy flirtation, could you possibly relate to me? I want to date one bitch and make love constantly, I might be addicted to the pussy but I try to not let it get the best of me,