Charron: The poisonous lips, of a boisterous trick I drip knowledge that would make freudian slip Till he cracks his skull and it leaves him unconsious Anaclitic, use my super ego to solve it See your subconcious, and let it open Invent an ocean, with the tears of your repressed emotion Reminded that im nappin with d**h Can you make a salary yet from reality check The candel of d**h, forms but the heart of ice When I speak naked light bulbs spark to life I'm the hand on the clock for your longest night Sickest man supplying subastance since walter white Complicated conscious and concentrated Complex conjestures constastnly cojugaetd Combinations, trips aquired Winter tires, never work travelling through pits of fire Dellusions, illusion of happy dreams Music, it moves with the tragedy Loosing all my sanity, confusing this humanity The retina in my third eye paints me a beautiful reality An0maly: Ayo check it I'm angled up I only escalate Stepping up to me and my brethren you getting second place We rappin giants, smashing every last one lying Any trash talkers in Manhattan to staten island You getting silenced, we defying math and science Flow so ferocious it jump out the ocean to smack a pirate Who the f** you think is track supplying We past divine, and smash the rhyme, in faster time, your mind is half of mine Asinine, is the persona that you be holding up Hoping what? people mistake your rhythm as dope as f**? My scheme's deeper than the oceans crust And you disagree, obviously, you do not smoke enough Open up your mind release the inner drug And listen up, to the guys with the quickest punch I got lines written sick enough To make time shrivel up in the sky if I spit it once