Subliminal Peripherals

Put ya palm to ya brow
an pay attention to ya boy
ima play wit some rhymes
like i'm buildin tinker-toys
if i aint tag you in my note
i guess dats all she wrote
im da late nighter
pro writer
fire fighter
path lighter
of today
make way
for my lyric fillet from da grill
cooked by niggas with a free will
who intellect ill and spit sick
but dont step unless you graduated basic
you a jarhead ima SEAL
ima Sabotage
ya Entourage
Assault ya Leader
oops yall didnt know he was a bleeder
like Martin Luther challenged kings
i spit da present truth like Martin Luther King
Junior is the name given to shorten redundance
my tongue is infamous my mind is repugnant
cause unlike junior i'll say the whole line
yall niggas think it but afraid to speak ya mind
thus you'll find me at the root of the damage
the golden brick road will lead to the wreckage
of the pawns who led a legacy of futility
shoulda known a fool dats breathin's just a liability
take ya life in ya hands
step away from the big band
i leave the mic in a sling
da audience said Oh No im telling!
so i thought of a son to sing
now dey want encore
gimme more
i got tired of the monotany
so i executed mass lobotomy
i love the aroma
of a mind in a coma
the smell get my nose open wide
like a liar who just lied
im a bonafide surgeon of the lobes
i roll in white robes
got my doctorate in philosophy
i hope yo ass feelin me
my image is digital
my ideas is pivotal
so remember next time use ya peripheral...