[Bigg Jus]

Yo yo it stink like dead rappers check it

The re birth type of warfare biological

Delve into my Waterworld overcome any obstacle

In your bodyframe we're aimin for the jugular

Kids take my styles like D.A. to drug smugglers

Jus the acquisite a prize the lyrical Charmin

You ridin fat hoochies tryin to glimpse the summit

In the wintertime yo I be killin Storm Troopers

Cluein your crew in to exactly who done it

Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions

Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion

Optimized computerization virus

Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing

My complexity weaves fourth-dimensional in your mind

Check the index under ego smashin

Propaganda bashin, meetin the merciless

Pry apart your bourgeoise industry functions

Smoke the rhymes to give the microphone lung cancer

You crabs is straight slummin

A good investment, a high-yield earning

Your high anxiety burning off the fumes from my burners

My evil memoirs interleave intrigue

to get more niggaz high than Kilimanjaro

Indelible confrontation be way out your league

So say goodbye, to tomorrow like Key

Otherwise or the king of action

Packed like a liquor store auto when check cashin

Never before, have you been able to witness

so much cruelty, live and in color

In the privacy, of your own home

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "painful"*

*Mr. Len cuts and scratches "El P is here to spark it"*

[El-P]

Alright bring that down though

One two..

When I walk I stomp out messages

MC's with they holiday hollow chocolate mics appear thespian

Forbidden got a stomach full of pop rocks and thumbtacks ingested

Deaded, similar to cold war Asians as a law ca