The Mess - My Definition lyrics

-Verse 1- Ma**acre by the bay, descendant of Ahmed Bey Got an arsenal full of casings stashing uppercases M and S syllables make you bum in waste As pelicans, no mask fits my face in a masquerade Better be pat for the bad, coz my hairy harm will shake Quakes, brains across the equator, go axe Harlem mayor Blips showing lames, here's your pink slip from the game Light fifty's the interface, like Bob Lee Swagger's expandin nowadays more than Aids It's over, nobody now can charm the s**s of my grenade Rehabilitate this art I brought a base where i cultivate em verses on a hypersurface Serve em illnesses, that you've never right on heard of, and sophists My purpose's so perplexing, but what certain is I'm gonna five a CPR to all the curbed ish One single spit and it's a PCR bringing back The realists RNA synthesis, so have vigilance -Chorus- My definition, many misknow my definition Everything around is orderly messed My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2) -verse 2- From my rearview, i don't think my frequencies Will reach your auditory system If i keep on rhyming next the the Stauroteuthis Syrtensis In my abyssopelagic block, capial of dark With the shape of Magic Johns in 98 of prime From my Frank view, i'm depending on pa**ing to another Ocean Make my main repute, influence with this and spread my Enza flu With them cells wiggin out on garbage i'm immiscible To the sticky fart on radio i'm quizzical Now take three steps backwards Kick the F out the Fart, fact, that's my standard Tracked crack a** members, right til Antwerp Caught and thwacked em with the red paint, Jan the Elder As Polie Olie to Spot as i am to my Andy cole, it Won't work if you made it out the caracoly I ain't gettin dozy, i'm warming Getting all these strophes to the glory Puttin all them stackers, backstabbers Inside an airship with the Hydrogen right turned on it -Chorus- My definition, many misknow my definition Everything around is orderly messed My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2) -verse 3- It's been a year ago, since my fingertips moonwalked on em beats Gringo, the type of me then dreamin on the window seats Brillo, it's what i ripened into and due to shoving On my bike pedals, biting medals unlike Punchinello Ain't no off position on the hand cranked projector Eventful credentials plunge your vision in distant nostalgia Coz are my relatives, both Kid Wave and Damian My Ras aim's bodying, banned me from being a tafarian Stuff's the same like Honey, nuts, the good got the leakages Media's debauching us, feeding wise traps deterrence Naa, i'm dissident, ain't needing nips And leaching all these for chips The built in difference's n**ling but i'm mean, at least i spit I condone my entourage's fog, it's not their fault Nobody lookin for my laird in a hide and seek, it's phantasmal Never understood a line from me and prolly won't Anti Trick or Treat aphorism, i rub along -Chorus- My definition, many misknow my definition Everything around is orderly messed My definition, my definition is a mess collision(X2)