Brainiac - No Clue lyrics

[Verse 1] This that, black liquorice delicious sh** I'm in this sh** to win this sh** Just give me a minute, special edition trying to rap with a lisp Or a speech impediment that's peddling faster than Lance did No need for a second glance kid Or two takes, yo I'm the one take wonder I strike lightning and rhyme thunder I'm the real ninth wonder The other eight of 'em fall even when they see my name I bring the pain and keep it constant like permanent dismay This is a brutal display, so shut your eyes And with open ears just concentrate on this musical vibe I take you through the years, and take you back another century When rap was never meant to be To be or not to be is not the question I mean that honestly But honestly I don't cuz you other f*ggots were never part of the prophecy But probably you know because I took it over like Constantine At the age of seventeen I got the meanest regime Poetry machine, carmina machina I speak the language of the gods You lacking flow like menopause But you acting like a b**h on her period you'd benefit from gauze So you can hold the applause, pause Until I school these silly bulls with my syllables My brain is like a stone wall, impenetrable Your b**h just wet her unmentionables I got a thirst that's unquenchable Better go find something else that's sensible My music is sentimental when k**ing these instrumentals My potential is detrimental and my flow is consequential I'm something mental k**ing all these weak a** rappers Let me check your credentials I'm acting exponential *f*** *You can probably just leave that it sounded kinda cool* [Verse 2] My rhymes will make your skull split Phatter than that b**hes britches, busting at the seams and sh** Cripple when you hear me starring beats like I'm an asterisk This track I remixed and mastered it I'm not a pacifist but you f*ggots have asked for it So never send it back at me I know that life can be a b**h just like bad acne Go ahead and throw your raps at me They never phase me f*ggot I just Save you maggots like I'm Julie "The Cat" Gaffney I'm baffling, every single rapper to make a request Actually gets hung from the rafters I'm like Bruce Banner so where are your manners You won't like me when I'm angry I'm lanky but I'm swinging like a New York Yankee You can thank me later For now I'm just writing rhymes on this paper I got my paper in tapers Sending these rappers to their makers Making or breaking ties I'm contemplating these lies Never wear a disguise I see the prize through my eyes, surprise I see the size of you other guys You're small fries and none of 'em wise You're just a bunch of spies And that's the reason I despise you flies The sky is falling from the highest of highs Now that's a great demise