Hippocampi (feat. Plasthic Slash)

The horseman that rides a hippocampus The worst plan's to force hands when I script on canvas Words paint the big picture and evokes emoticons Emcees, we smoke weak ones and choke demons till there's no response I want Hovi's position, Ada na good spouse But she longs for an ovipositor and a brood pouch Ha! You dudes forgot, my food for thought is flavory Street ichthyologist, apologies for the chicanery Blake Griffin, weightlifting then we rolling trees fast Abe Lincoln, shape-shifting in geometry class Some go the dental way when instrumentals play Vast rhymes, I grasp minds with my prehensile tales Owing pals and going bald, he don't need ya balderdash He seen his future in a dibia's calabash Few years ago, he had a young nanny and his toys Now he's poised to take over from Don Wanny and his boys With Illgod in the lab, while he digs for samples Dropping incites from different angles Chopping giallo moods just to ignite your hippocampus The beats and rhymes potent like some lethal cancer A little anxious like street pranksters playing the role of hitmen Dropping bombs where are aristocrats are Went from rocking dancefloors with Timbalands and Rockports To tactical weapons training, somewhere out in Rostov Truth be told, I'm really Samson with the short hair Blinded folded in a Philistines' party saying the Lord's prayer But the Don stays low key like Thor's sibling Pouring gin in the glass after much rinsing Xplain and Slash dropping classics, watch men come school Preach the gospel to the masses like Desmond Tutu The high priest with a white hen performing chants and voodoo To take absolute control like a despot would do