These are the thoughts of a madman
These are the thoughts of a genius
These are the thoughts of my conscience…

I start guzzling beer
trembling fear yeah I’m feeling it
Fahrenheit once the temperature is near
a thousand degrees
philosophies consume 90% of my brain
so in a negative situation I kindly present my name
as overlord/ force of execution
and of course when I’m angry it’s a matter of the retribution I inflict
sicker than individuals given placebos for syphilis
indicative of stupidity
simply I give gratuity
to those that have the ability to influence me
better believe that if I’m ever to see Nefertiti
necessarily I could bury any Larry and Tom Dick or Hank
I bomb shit
and rank higher than Himalayas
Flyer than Anastasia aeronautically marking me for death
sparking up the ces when I’m awful in the best ways
stifling my trifling principal infantry
exercising our infamy/ over crews looking similar to Tom Cruise losing in a battle to my mah dukes

These are the thoughts of a madman
These are the thoughts of a genius
These are the thoughts of my conscience…

I’m like a cult cultivator molten lava when I’m sinking in
The only time of clarity is when I’m malt liguoring my liver in
delivering the pressure of a G force
and understanding of yourself is what you really need pah
I see my image intimidate
I hear your limits disseminate
development is not a Chronicle you can initiate
initially you’re starting to see
my initials are the mark of the beast
Tripling six to get an equation so complex
you’re slitting your wrist in context
Lucifer is lackadaisical/ and Hades is a place where your days are filled with 24
hours of hell
I compare it to a gang of emcees with no purpose
telling me that my crew’s music is worthless
I kill em all
The underground is overhead
The moral of the story is
you idiots that love the radio are giving head orally
to the industry
it’s like you’re riding in a limousine
watching mirrors but the simile is complicated
concentrate on the world that’s around you and dope hip-hop will surround you

These are the thoughts of a madman
These are the thoughts of a genius
These are the thoughts of my conscience…

My crew is similar to bulls with the horns raised
at a matador’s face
having adoration for the Lord
and of course we can purify the unholy
we can amplify the sun’s rays
sacrilegious gun play
hideous with holes in your ozone
vitamin D
Multi mineral appearance altering your masquerade
off and on turning lights
Burning Mics talking long
Wind and breeze breathing in
most emcees are teething in their prenatal
festering their feces like all you do is see anal
calling on your godfather
using cellular cellulite tell them that it’s fat when I write
treating Mics like it’s Tina and I’m Ike
my demeanor is a knife slicing in the rain
leaving critics baffled
agreeing that I’m writing in my brain
these are the thoughts of my conscience…