Aural Fixation

Yeah, Afu-Ra, yo
 The Human Orchestra
 Straight come to a revolution, right here
 Uh-huh-huh, uh-uh.
 Who got the sound you like, with the sound that's right
 Quick to say what, say what you like
 That's right, I'm turning around again
 Cuz when I stop the flow, yo, you couldn't breathe
 Choose any one of my styles, and my foul supportin' off of you
 I fell ten stories, with the venacular
 Life Force, flowin' off the Human Orchestra
 My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster
 Find that ass layin' in a dumpster
 Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master
 Mindtricks, I show Kasuki, eatin' sushi
 Spittin' loogies, gettin' groovy, watchin' a movie
 Spirit choose me, to excersize my exorcist
 Spine tinglin', minglin', phantom linguist
 Disappear, reappear, I'm smooth as cashmere
 In light years, and travel through the stratosphere
 So here I go, here I go, equip with the high pro glow
 No one knows the sickening flows, for wicked foes
 I kicks it yo... from MIDI to SMPTE, I run on, look at your bloody nose
 Gettin' you tipsy, like ten shots of whiskey
 Rotisserie, three sixty, til you crispy
 I toss it flow by flow, just like a frisbee
 I'm gettin' busy, you gettin' dizzy
 Gillespie, seizure's like epilepsie
 Homes, I'm layin' my hat, just like a gipsy
 I bless me, let's see, if you can test me
 By what speed perky, like itty bitty titty commitee
 Honey, no bra's in the vecinity
 And I ain't tellin' no fibs, like whatever kid
 You see the look in my eyes, you think I did a bid
 Me on the track - is like asexual
 Reproduction, something from nothing
 Eyes prayin' off like a falcon, boy, yea
 Don't make me have to get the scalp and boy
 Bring food for the malnorished, ready to publish
 Cuz half of the top emcees, is spittin' rubbish
 I'm on a mission kid, like a 85th track head
 Fiended out in a route, that's never talked about
 There I go, there I go, hallucinagetic rhyme control
 Rock ballads like I was Solid Gold
 Who on a roll, gang control
 Surfin' the globe, out of control
 Ripped her up, until your toes curl
 I get down and wordy, you heard thee
 You know it's scrapped up, dirty, like she don't use toilet paper
 Small enough to fit through a key hole
 And run up on that ass for them rhymes you stole
 Slit ya wrist, like a tongue twist
 Say no massa kiss, sackin' for hits and percents
 The infinite, holdin' your breath, it's tryin' to come quick
 Spinnin' verse, dispersin' rapidly
 Half hazardly, ten shots, where all the bastards be
 Go get the suburbans and the hurses
 Whether I'm here or gone, I travel through these verses