Contortion

Who fill the room with Emotion My flow turn ya face a Contortion I speak the truth no distortin I'm giving you more than a Portion This is what you need in ya life Who fill the room with Emotion My flow turn ya face a Contortion I speak the truth no distortin I'm giving you more than a Portion This is what you need in ya life Im an anomaly. The gift and the curse The light and the darkness The calm and the burst The rag on the side rail The oil in the pan The blood on the soil Of this forbidden land Got it from the core I don't keep score You bore me homie I wanna hear more Yo yo so who think they got The skill I don't gotta rap to kill ya Off words still Inside the mind of a sick man You think Harrison Graham Would of devised such fuckin Sick plan I got the juice and the sauce You wake up take a loss I toss your rhymes down the Faucet No matter the cost Coming for respect Neglect the specs I'm next to wreck Break neck I check With mandible techs Tell me who really wanna flex That's right I got next and next after that Go and ask em who the one That really make it slap Ah! Who fill the room with Emotion My flow turn ya face a Contortion I speak the truth no distortin I'm giving you more than a Portion This is what you need in ya life Who fill the room with Emotion My flow turn ya face a Contortion I speak the truth no distortin I'm giving you more than a Portion This is what you need in ya life Follow me Follow me Follow me Follow Me I'm back Follow me All of my lyrics are part of Intricate Delicate operative element And for the hell of it Man keep it jammin Im Spazzin calamity Passing capacity BOOM! Call up a Dr and tell him That I'm the illest When up in the building Make it scientific And sound so terrific Click clack BOOM! Dastardly Seemingly disastrous I'm one of the fastest With elite spit Sick and cancerous BOOM! See me in the cut and they Froze iQmuzic be the one they chose ! The Ill spitta I spill liquor Abuse mics A trill figure You feel lit At the sight Of a real one Fire like Emulation light Get a grip tight While I take flight Off the widow white Synonymous with autonomous Artificial intelligence Arrive, make a scene like Listerine A little bit Off my rocker But I cook like Betty crocker With the recipe that'll make Colonel Sanders look weak Who fill the room with Emotion My flow turn ya face a Contortion I speak the truth no distortin I'm giving you more than a Portion This is what you need in ya life