Make Your Mind Up

A-plus:

Hieroglyphics is
Gonna twist a kids cerebellum
If he lives, then I tell im
Ill leave his head swellin
When tellin fellas about the 5-6,
Live its me investigatin fly chicks privates
I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy
Adam be mad. a g mad at me cuz I got a phatta salary
Actually, you will be cookin like bottom rhymin
Never top, cuz youll never stop the atom bombin
Hiroshima, nagasaki
Dont copy
The manuscript
Man, you slipped
Youre sloppy
Joe schmo, never no more
Im clever and youre
Never gonna score
Cuz Im sure
Im better and pure
Like cannibus
And if its possible
Ill drop a new
Line with the lyrics
Live with the spirit and soul
I got plenty in me
Eeny-meeny-miny-mo
Slo-mo
Approach
With yo ho, yup,
Cuz Im the man and you can read it in genesis
A-d-a-m,
The a-p-l-u-s
One and the same,
Runnin the game on fly chicks
Real tight,
So they feel right
With the 5-6
And its like that,
And thats how it is, g
The skins I cross
Get tossed like a frisbee
Search and find lines of life in my scripture
Screens make me seen
So the keen get the picture

Opio:

Eruptions, and rustin
When Im thrustin
Cuts men
Into microscopic particles
Molecules, atoms
Attack em, hack em
Never slow, never slack
Im invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools
Who know not, flow not like this wizard
Ya play with it, riddle
Widdle a hole in ya dome
And pull out ya gizzard
Trachiotomy
I slaughtta the
Watery-weak
Ya slips, theres a slobbly geek
Niggaz tweek
When I speak
They retreat,
Rethink what was spoken and then repeat
My feat
Of inhuman capabilities
Rape and pillage emcees
Then I kill emcees
Who have no style
I file niggaz down to the cuticle
Who can feel my foot prints
Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful
Blinding, winding
Up and change-ups
Rearrange punks
When I drops, kerplunk!
Rip chunks
Out the mic
And then digest
Why test?
Im cavin in your chest when I express
Myself
Extreme confusion
You think youre losin your mind
Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine

Tajai:

Tajai. two syllables. easy
With ease, we
Seize thee,
But emcees be
Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects
I ground your text
But vertebrae wack. I pound your necks
Sally bone,
I be prone
To rip shit, likely
Believe it or not, believe it I got the cock- d
Cacophony
I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me
Your attempts deceive us
And pimps know I be
Excel irate
And on that scale
Thats fail
The countenances
Of countless knit-wits
Who wish this
With mis hits
But this shit is equipped with
Homin devices that are precise as they get, kids
Targets stuck to foes who pose muchly
Fronts be phucked and
Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee
Punks, we often cross
When soft men
Is the image portrayed to them
Spinach is no saviour when
I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish
Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures
Dont tempt me
Shrimps we skewered on the bar-b
My foot has found wit in ya
Is there any dillemma?
Yo- hardly