I’ll show you my origins like Kevin from Split, I am a Kevin except for, when I spit, Mister Yo is Kagney Lynn with the gag reflex, on the mic I droll, like Krystal Jordan my discog is thick, I’m the angler with lines like The Fisherman, Rey Tosim writes fiction kid, my entire teams dynamic is harder than granite, stones thrown from a canon couldn’t even compromise our tactical advantage, standing on the ceiling like fan, I cast a dragnet to disrupt your man and capture whoever comes after, the planets align when my sights are affixed, a truly spectacular vision, I must admit, don’t trip over spilt feelings, somebody once asked me what I was doing I proceeded to sit there in silence and process the underlying meaning before replying I’m busy, and then went back to doing nothing, I mix down tracks like concrete with my boy Bleach, bratty Kathleen Softhands applies lotion to moisturize her feet, if I were present I’d have assisted but I was out in the Carolina’s on business with Caroline hybridizing roses to be sold at a later date sometime in May, I may, speculate a situation and tell ya exactly what I’m thinkin’, cauterize the amputation to prevent future bleeding, demonstrate to me babe what it means to be safe, I invaded space in the same rocket ship that Invader Zim rode in, dropped off the packages like deliverin’ escargot as cargo I got in the car and goed, so cold, when I flow, you’re gonna need a Carhartt coat, Mister Yo, twirls the cord when he talks on the phone, as he’s not so easily distracted, he squeezes asses like relieving sauces from packets, on the scene like stain, America’s Next Top Emcee seems to me to be a very plausible claim, to be Made, like MTV, except I never change, a bookmark marks a page to be saved, I appear to change, on the surface, you’re a Soul Society reject I carry around a sword as big as Sephiroth’s is thin, a tale of revenge, told by two twin, sisters from Asia in a language your probably not familiar with, sounds like a movie I would rent, kid the instructions hidden in the appendix were Lost in Translation like Scarlett Johansson Under the Skin, I’m hoverin’