Too Complex

[Scratch Hook]
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex' - De La Soul The Bizness
[Verse One]
Deep in the depths of the mind
The pro is prime, trapped like a mime
In the same space and time, lifeless
Vocals excel when trifers
Centerfold of your ciphers
My aura shines divine, priceless
Much to complex to yap
Maybe perhaps when I think of rap
My thinkin cap (what?)
Reveals the skills unlimited
Rappers be half as great
Mentally they cant elaborate
So they exaggerate and fabricate
My words collaborate, formulatin a sentence
Its all ill when the blunted mind defense this
Intense mechanism
Respect next to wisdom
Makes the gods mental
Inflammable grammable feel gentile
Reignin dominate
We be the essential
I sense yall dont know the art
Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart
Its like sweet sorrow
Bottles I follow catch wreck
Engines to my comprehension be just too complex
To get vex and just step
Id rather snatch a rappers rep
Ruin it to a degree
Breakin them into debris
Vocally, yall label me as the illest mic killa
Top biller
Still in the grind, the mind driller
Sublime thriller
Poetically is how Im depicted
The rhythms got me addicted so my ill skill inflicts it
On any device
Nice
Similar, the verbal Christ
Enormous, my performance equally will be precise
We puttin rappers on ice
The ultimate heist
Most of em should have thought twice now theyre payin the price
I knock em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect
The engines to my comprehension is just too complex
[Scratch Hook]
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex' - De La Soul The Bizness
Much too complex
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex'
[Verse Two]
To M.C. the art of rhymin should be pure and natural
When I think of all these ill skills, international
You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet
****** is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments
Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal
Borderline, subliminal
One of the earths finest minerals
Im past the pinnacle
And still I hold my fort like a general
Intervals, all excerpt the maximum
Release the minimal energy
Cock me back
Hennesys sure to blur the memory
Remember me, that ill *****?
I still trigger
Thoughts sporadic set to peel ******
Standards
Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge
I recite slurs with the right words
What occurs when I conjure
Illest spirits from beyond ya
You was warned like Alaja
The drama ganja drains away
Plain as day
When my minds A.K. spray in the A.K.A
Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin
Fry
Mass murderous
The illest ****** we devour from out the dark
So kill the talk
Either that or walk the walk
You claim you had your **** together nowits fallin apart
Lyin lion, no heart
Who woulda thought youd be wack?
We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin it back
I only boogie from a track when mad *** *** react
We specify the artifacts and represent em on wax
It complex
[Scratch Hook]
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex' - De La Soul The Bizness
Much too complex
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex'
[Verse Three ]
Lets take a deep breath and inhale and exhale
For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed
**** the fan ****, its about to hit the windmills
What I reveal, not omni still its strictly been real
Yall know the deal, skills
Steelos, alter egos
Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought
Vocals distort, shorts the sequels
Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil
The crowds will come
Like throwin crumbs to the seagulls
Too predictable
Old folks pray in cathedrals
Tryin to live that better life legal
Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things
Im wanted
Plus everything is real when youre blunted
These days the trees blaze
F doin the shade
We backspin em like the DJs
Playa be swaze
Im the live one
Mics like a knife
Cuttin you down to size in
The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin
We wise men
Puzzle your thoughts
It aint surprisin
I set it off like horizons
No mistakes allowed
Strategically, its like Im movin the crowd
Im lickin shots, bustin up at the clouds
We be audacious, treadin on glaciers
Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers
On the earth there aint a place you can run to hide
When my sets collide with your planet
Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite
Very few can understand it
The dialect I wreck
Perfects my mics *** when the thoughts connect
The engine to my comprehension is just CCC
The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo]
[Scratch Hook]
'Greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex' - De La Soul The Bizness