Lyrics
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Keep it runnin', keep it runnin', keep it runnin'
Let it go, pump this shit up
Ayy, check this out, check this out
Check this out, check this out
I need y'all to work with me
Now everybody say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Watch this, let me see if I can do this, peep this
This is the exorcism, the exoskeleton
X-tractor back with his expo, listen
Electro vision, direct the molecular
Texture and it's the regular secular mechanism
You diagnosed with doses of uncontrollable sotiosis
Plus there was erosion
Witness the original lyrical everlastin'
Individual spiritual metaphysical master
Blastin' your dome, craft never known
The path of a size of man was crafted in stone
Deepest exo Jesus drafted alone
The devilish staff was grown and grafted a clone
I elevate with scrolls that are sacred
Create biological elements that I make with
The evangelical adamant, radical murder capital
Admiral rapper stacker in battle
I am the sorcerer, come through the corridor
Two hundred and twenty centuries, we gotta explore the
Straight from the infinite thoughts
To whom I taught 'em how to combine the summer
Spring winter and autumn, I stashed it
Jelly is acid when I cast it
Point to one hundred and fifty demographics
No masks, no matter where you look
Under Heaven, K-Rino and The Coalition
Book number seven
I am the author of book number seven
You've unleashed the power of book number seven
There is no escape from book number seven
You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven
I throw hundreds of sudden punches in abundance
You in a dungeon that dwells within the
Infinite circumference of my conference
I sit and receive intergalactic faxes
At night, my body relaxes, raising like taxes
Levitates over the mattress
I transform into a sandstorm
Might take the form of a newborn
With a baby's body and a thirty-five-year-old man's arm
There'll be no sympathy sent to ya
I make an entity enter ya
As I mentally circumvent your peninsula
The intensely temperamental mic emperor
Who increases the temperature
And makes sure you receive every ninja strike meant for ya
Opposition, you don't hear a word from them
K-Rino's the one who picks up the
Hitchhiking murderer then murders him
I stand on bolsters like coasters
They been after me before my birth
My ultrasound picture was on a most wanted poster
Metallic plates strapped to my shoulder
Vultures fly out of my folder
After I bust and reiterate every flow that I told ya
I am the author of book number seven
You've unleashed the power of book number seven
There is no escape from book number seven
You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven
I am the author of book number seven
You've unleashed the power of book number seven
There is no escape from book number seven
You not outside, you actually inside the book, feel it
No more CDs, technology has finally evolved
Album in pill form, you swallow them and let them dissolve
Then you feel mushroom euphoria in your brain when I storm in
You not only hear me recite the song, you see me performin'
You thought you had writer's block, your head was startin' to swell up
But that was me killin' your ideas before they developed
I'm bruisin' you 'cause I'm half super nuclear
You can fit your skill in mine the same amount
Of times Pluto can fit in Jupiter, yeah
I load revenge into a syringe, opponents then cringe
As the needle penetrates within your contact lens
Laden with excruciating pain to use my style
Like a hundred and twenty-five consecutive root canals
Meanwhile, my horrors cancel your tomorrows
I speak words that the authors of the
Dictionary and of thesaurus borrow
Blast my gun with the wrath of Khan
The Jurassic mastodon that easily won the scholastic triathlon
'Cause I am the author of book number seven
You've unleashed the power of book number seven
There is no escape from book number seven
You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven
I am the author of book number seven
You've unleashed the power of book number seven
There is no escape from book number seven
You not outside, you're actually inside of book number seven
Say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Say, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Say, "Kick that shit" (Kick that shit)
Say, "Kick that shit" (Kick that shit)
Say, "SPC" (SPC)
Say, "SPC" (SPC)
Say, "Fuck these haters" (Fuck these haters)
Say, "Fuck these haters" (Fuck these haters)
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, man
Ayy, what's up, Adelaide?
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