<Verse 1>
I am the catalytic critic the cynic of idyllic minutes
This world is imperfect and so is everything in it.
The evil needle, injecting pain into every minute
Every single massacre 3 guesses who did it.

I am the logical, of the impossible uncrossable
The pain of abortion and a billion hospitals
Collected, into my mind infected
Not even the best can asses the wreckage.

By convention, I am your infinite dimension
By the depths of genius I am the greatest invention
It痴 not about attacking or tracking nobody痴 slacking
I知 a turbulent disturbance, I知 unpacking I知 hatching

I知 changing, the amazing that was waiting escaping
I知 taking the scrapings of the world that is shaking
I知 invisible, I知 the invincible principle
The Psychological and medical Incredible Miracle

<Verse 2>
I feel the heat of the beat as I'm wrapping up words.
Then I diminish and finish when you've heard the 3rd verse.
Rehearse and reverse to deliver the worst curse.
I spit destructively corrupted octaves bigger than earth's birth.

Weaving ill kills, with real skills I be expressing lyrically.
My magically radical parables put the death toll to infinity.
No vanity, but apparently can it be insanity.
Fatality if you challenge me, when I unleash my mentality.

I'm not half full or half empty, I'm a glass full off perfectly.
I write gently, but bite plenty, I blast fast and directly.
I am the vision, a division of the ultimate mission.
I'm preparing to scare, yeah I tear with precision.

You were looking for god and found me, that makes me serendipitous.
I don't trip while I rip quick I'm sick (tick) and I'm gripping this.
I'm terrible, unforgettable, with a medal for incredible.
You cant digest the best Jeffs, to whack rappers see I'm inedible.

<Verse 3>
I paid every dudes dues and I paid my don't's.
I paid peter for his pickled peppers, peters pushing coke.
I paid the pied piper, he was just another bloke.
He was just another beggar and his pipe was just for smoke.

I have happily and massively, paid 2 dues drastically.
It has to be that after 3 I'm finishing fantastically.
Alas you see, since 93, the world has not been nice to me.
I'll pay my dues no matter what the cost so what's the price to be?

I am possibly atomically the doc of proper mockery.
Taking the scrapings of barrels there's not a lot for me.
No matter what I got its my shot to drop a lot of beats.
I come too far to stop im too hot to let you copy me.

When is it my turn to earn and start making.
A taking of what I have sown, I've been patient.
I'll ace it, face it, you won't see me fake it.
I paid my crews dues because I know I can make it.