I'm messing with your cerebral
indoor grow-op not restricted to seasonal
because my patience has remained short & my pockets are overgrown
whoever declares themselves the king of hip-hop prepare to be overthrown
like the fugg in the Libya
jail-broken bars, I'm a lyricist's Cydia
punchlines sting I call that "Fire Flame Chlamydia"
I spray some pesticides & I still can't get rid of ya

If you're a fire flame spitta then come & get your kerosene
I'm lyrically untouchable so don't come anywhere near me
intolerant of those who have allergies to good music
but if criticism is a sign of table turning, then screw it
but I digress I'm getting a bit off topic
If I were any more of 'the bomb' terrorists would worship me in their mosques &...
reciting scriptures, a revelation from the burning bush
perhaps the contrary and an hallucination from the burning kush
I'm fucking with any who's mind until there's finishing
but the only way you're gonna halt my strokes are by abrupt periods..
Inhale smoke and breathe fire, there's no considering
I'm afraid it's my fault we're not on the same page, but I know that I'm not illiterate