L Da Headtoucha - Too Complex lyrics

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L Da Headtoucha - Too Complex lyrics

[Scratch Hook] "Greater than your Benz or your Lex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' [Verse One] Deep in the depths of the mind The pro is prime, trapped like a mime In the same space and time, lifeless Vocals excel when trifers Centerfold of your ciphers My aura shines divine, priceless Much to complex to yap Maybe perhaps when I think of rap My thinkin' cap (what?) Reveals the sk**s unlimited Rappers be half as great Mentally they can't elaborate So they exaggerate and fabricate My words collaborate, formulatin' a sentence It's all ill when the blunted mind defense this Intense mechanism Respect next to wisdom Makes the god's mental Inflammable grammable feel gentile Reignin' dominate We be the essential I sense y'all don't know the art Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart It's like sweet sorrow Bottles I follow catch wreck Engine's to my comprehension be just too complex To get vex and just step I'd rather snatch a rapper's rep Ruin it to a degree Breakin' them into debris Vocally, y'all label me as the illest mic k**a Top biller Still in the grind, the mind driller Sublime thriller Poetically is how I'm depicted The rhythm's got me addicted so my ill sk** inflicts it On any device Nice Similar, the verbal Christ Enormous, my performance equally will be precise We puttin' rappers on ice The ultimate heist Most of 'em should have thought twice now they're payin' the price I knock 'em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect The engine's to my comprehension is just too complex [Scratch Hook] "Greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' Much too complex "Greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" [Verse Two] To M.C. the art of rhymin' should be pure and natural When I think of all these ill sk**s, international You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet n***as is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal Borderline, subliminal One of the earth's finest minerals I'm past the pinnacle And still I hold my fort like a general Intervals, all excerpt the maximum Release the minimal energy co*k me back Hennesy's sure to blur the memory Remember me, that ill n***a? I still trigger Thoughts sporadic set to peel n***as Standards Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge I recite slurs with the right words What occurs when I conjure Illest spirits from beyond ya You was warned like Alaja The drama ganja drains away Plain as day When my mind's A.K. spray in the A.K.A Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin Fry Ma** murderous The illest n***as we devour from out the dark So k** the talk Either that or walk the walk You claim you had your sh** together now it's fallin' apart Lyin' lion, no heart Who woulda thought you'd be wack? We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin' it back I only boogie from a track when mad n***as react We specify the artifacts and represent 'em on wax It' complex [Scratch Hook] "Greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness' Much too complex "Greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too complex" [Verse Three] Let's take a deep breath and inhale and exhale For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed f** the fan sh**, it's about to hit the windmills What I reveal, not omni still it's strictly been real Y'all know the deal, sk**s Steelos, alter egos Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought Vocals distort, shorts the sequels Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil The crowds will come Like throwin' crumbs to the seagulls Too predictable Old folks pray in cathedrals Tryin' to live that better life legal Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things I'm wanted Plus everything is real when you're blunted These days the trees blaze F doin' the shade We backspin 'em like the DJs Playa be swaze I'm the live one Mic's like a knife Cuttin' you down to size in The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin' We wise men Puzzle your thoughts It ain't surprisin' I set it off like horizons No mistakes allowed Strategically, it's like I'm movin' the crowd I'm lickin' shots, bustin' up at the clouds We be audacious, treadin' on glaciers Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers On the earth there ain't a place you can run to hide When my sets collide with your planet Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite Very few can understand it The dialect I wreck Perfects my mic's s** when the thoughts connect The engine to my comprehension is just too complex The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo] [Scratch Hook] "Greater than your Benz or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'