The Meters - Lyrical Chamber (Cissy Strut) lyrics

I have my foot in the root of your brain, the son of an angel I shook and stood up ya angle I'm like a tick at the back of ya, cleft, dismantlin' rep, mix-matchin' ya steps Intact, with the best, while I dick-smack the back of ya neck I'm the poet with the most gritty poems, spittin' omens Equipped with the focus, lyrical spherical soul man Born to be the mad-man, hand cannon in hand The bad man in the band, the plan is to k** it Fresh material, blessed, imperial, rhymes inferior Lines like c**aine, rogaine rhymes can steer at ya Mind-power, the time devour the eerie atmosphere At it with here, look at the sky and sing the Negro spiritual Wadin' in the water, awaitin' the karma That's playin' my heart and facin' the start of a major song Anger is strong, the anguish is basically within arms And I hate to be wrong, I stay in my cloth, change up the song And I'm agin' with awe, I'm mathematical Asian with songs You a white boy, goin' out dancin' to 80's songs Sit back down, you ain't spinnin' sh** around, phasin' I'm dangerously delicious like greasy chicken at Shakey's Defenseless with them weapons, compared to Lil' Wayne I got a Smif and a Wessun to give direct aim I got two brains, connected like I'm Siamese, I'm sugar-sweet The grape Kool-Aid to give you diabetes Leave s**as curryin' wonderin' worries, 'nuff of the borin' Stop puttin' and poutin' and pourin' your worries on my plate You're ordinary, I'm great, and I'm sure that I'm forcin' the taste of A saurkraut up out ya mouth, cause fakin' is evident Haters are present, the presence of fans are confederate Methodist, end of the line, send a sublime message End your existence, preach and 'fend, I'm the air-bender The black version, lemme send ya mama your obituary (Funky Break) Lemme give you a history lesson, when I'm spittin' within essence I went to your room and sniffed ya mama's panties in her dresser Recantin', I'm the center of attention, you pretendin' you pretentious But reality will catch up to your senses X-in' out the competition, combination, recreation 60's miniature Black Panther fightin' for race Enlighten ya face with the back of my knuckle, in case You don't feel this, 'gon have to evacuate the building Procrastinate ya feelings, I emancipate the illest I'm the maddest mayne to steal the spotlight, I'm considerin' To k** up the beat, and then slash up, the ignorance that I have, but The lyrics I spit is an acronym for A-F-R-O's ethnicity Lyrical wisdom, hit it and pivot, split it, admit You're the sh** at the soles of my sneakers I'm sneakier, sippin' this liquor to enter dimensions of Eminem Extended demented visions of sendin' ya to your preacher (End)