[Intro: Bill Clinton Addressing the General Public]
[Verse 1: Paradox Flow]
It's been three weeks since I picked up the mic
And it's all these free beats which cause me to fight, coarse of the right
sh**s tighter then Rabid viewed biters, dome in the night
b**hes money weed, ain't the way to succeed
But snitches start to bleed when they talk to the P
Bi-gons be higher then flyer supplier the dier
You the main stage crier back stunt buyer
A trier, a corner room black broom lair
[Chorus]
This that paradoxical flow
The stimulant with the blow
You know it so
[Verse 2]
I never have antagonized, ghetto Guys bring platinum nines
Evangelize to maximize, or vandalize, to paint the sky's
Stopped for a second resumed and brought it back for more
Undeniably forewarn, withdrawn eccentrically torn
Yes I'm eccentrically dangerous, better slow your role
f** the flowers b**h you're getting a two by four
If I spend one more night watching the stars fade to grey
I'll take my magnum 44 and dream the day away
Looking in the sky to see if d**h agreed
Searching round this house to see what this presence means
No one can hear the trifle sound against all the screams
d**h never came cloaked in slick protective sheets
Varieties enemies and seven sheep
Separately placed Machiavelli loves his guarantees
Legality a**imilates throughout the savage seas
Titans of prospect now induce the iron beast
That's why the Wall Street writers
The front seat drivers
The poor street diers, need to finally meet
Blowing kisses on the secret mission
Directly addressing to the people submissive nutrition
I have psychopathic tendencies when I'm telling rhymes
But instinctively lie straight into detectives eyes
Never showed the signs forcibly connected the lines
I'm internally blind
It helped me strive, the devil derives
From the ground not the sky
He's in needle of ice, projected at heights, giving advice
But he denied the white enshrined
Refining mic, a lively guide of guys
[Ronald Reagan Speaks]
[Chorus]
This that paradoxical flow
The stimulant with the blow
Never tried blow flow
You know it so
[Verse 3]
I'm abusing my words like I'm your dog when fed
Not the bible on your table but the book of the dead
Entire pages laminated satanic with blood red
Placed it down for curb stomping and took a furious step
Sexual transmission's not game I'll play
I've never checked yes on extended HIV surveys
Don't Point the finger at me cause I'm not the one to blame
Don't laugh at a lifestyle, not ashamed
[Chorus/Outro Verse]
This that paradoxical flow
The stimulant with the blow
Never tried blow flow
You know it so
I'll have to do it twice
Like shooting dice for crucial life's
Like human fights for rights
Stopped with 50 stripes