I never had real friends `til now
I never had to steal endz `cause that`s foul
I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin` secure
but I try not to incite fights that`s immature
actions that come back to haunt
I work hard to get the things that I want
and never flaunt
never post where the most guys post high
I keep my focus towards the ground
and pound
any brother who`s my ace to my face
even if snakes on the unda`
I try not to wonda`
trainin` my brain wit` mental anguish
strange, it`s rather eerie
clearly
just a whim
I adjust the hymn
deal with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys
I can take the fizz out the carbonated copy
imprints are made in the sand as I walk
dim hints reveal rather grand as I talk
small individuals seem larger
when they take charge of
their antics
makin` them gigantic
so you never suspect their neck bein` strained
so many situated thoughts in the brain
heavy weight gain
so I weight train
`cause to me the weight gain
is a great gain
and I hate sane individuals
close they nose to new aromas
I got the smellin` salts that are prone ta`
clear the nasal, daze
you`ll probably make a raise to a new level
and see the true devil
any color ya wish because the devil takes any shape,
any form
any swarm
ride over your dish like a picnic
I think the sick shit
I had my wrist slit
like a suicide
but I survived
and you can too
plan to
live a full life free of anxieties
while you`re at it try to keep an eye on me
[BRIDGE]
The man with meditation skills
wastin` spills, lyrical liquid
fillin` streams
wit` dreams
and I will cream whoever seems wicked
oral floral arrangements
is strange since
you don`t have the comprehension
I will stop and lynch them
I`m not the one promotin` gun totin`
`cause I contain within my brain these computations just as potent
the mental torturer of course you will acknowledge me
`cause Mr. Twister places pictures, mental fixtures of photography
shitty little bitties never get their clitties done, but I don`t think
they`ll resist
Mr. Twister
when I flex my verbal techs.
exit
mental anorexic
I don`t cater to the imbecile so you can bet this
is a brain buster
pain thruster
strain twister
overwhelming pressure between the temples when I touch the microphone
I might condone
the usage of abuse if it is convenient
I slant and lean it
like a lever when I leave ya mutilated
by my enuciated cleaver
I survived the ither and the either
now let me take a breather
(PAUSE)
From my own little world,
little girls, little boys
stay free of hurries
free of worries
that`s riddle poised for posterity
where are we
goin` from here
as a ho
and I don`t know
and that`s the biggest feeaaar
when I`m flippin` into daaarknesss
now I`m askin` can I spark this?
It`s D-E-L y`all
from Hieroglyphics y`all
sayin` peeeeace. .
