The Hazing

I spit debated languages keep more kids twist
 than porno mags and cartoon images
 I verbal synergist
 Lifted gently off the normal, my gift informal speech
 I teach tongues to each one tightly corn-rolled
 Tomorrow, call your moms or call you auntie
 I appeal to those in boxer briefs or tighty whiteys
 I light each spot like all I got are 2 lips
 that lick adjectives from the bottom to the top
 My ill rapport follows me
 like first world embassies
 find these weeds are
 smoking all the trees
 My difficulty to appease strangers
 my starting line up changed
 the minute face of industry
 in steady stages
 Don't fucking limit me, I expand an anagram into a sea
 sneak a smile to every memory yo
 Can it be known?
 Each microphone, each cipher unknown I own it
 Hear me on radio the callers phone in like
 1-9-9 let me hear Masia One again
 spit a dirty verse without a curse, kids on the bone again
 I'm owning it, like I know my enemies
 Masia One for president in the 2 double 0 three
 All these eager young men they all draw guns I say come with it
 Found a spliff to quickly bun, M One the mighty mighty gifted
 Sound sedimentary sidelines as you flow in different ciphers
 So elementary to the guidelines of those still around in diapers
 Kinda makes you shake
 take breaks between blinks and minute takes (TICK)
 I gently ask why democrats and demigods
 should get up off my dick (TICK)
 Counter parts nervous
 I call in my secret service
 I gently ask why heads should scratch
 a little ways below the surface
 Cursive, cursive
 Waves break on shorelines
 Never whore my possession of this gift
 that grows with every session
 every coarse mind aggression release
 Tease oh tongue teasing, you a decimal, I a vesicle pleasing
 You just a moldy testicle, I make your muthafucking teeth ring
 Teaching breathing, your 15 minutes always fleeting
 You're running every time I spit my butterflies and bee stings