Mr. Boston Beatdown - Loose Scripts. Pt. 2 lyrics

Check, the currency of the current denominator Elevator life, but stress is the dominatrix The Pre-Madonna drama That top rhyming, high flying fury only feeds you a plate of that Top Ramen I'm not styling only providing what is suffice When you nice, the elevation of this life is what you write I penetrate precise Two eyes, deep sight, 3rd eye brain waves, dark nights, ink fights It's fornication within the letters I severe These rulers could never measure what pa**ion brings with the pleasure I'm clever with the science Sentinel with syllables To redefine and regulate his minerals to miracles I'm mentally a mercenary made of mercury I murder mercy with a 3rd degree Burn to bring the surgery Urgently I ignite, that karmasutra kinda coo coo Take a step within his noodle Novelist I'm nice and useful State that facts, you gotta be something deeper When ether fades away what left is the facial features Of the Peter Piper picking up the pencil Purify potential Pushing up that progress My knowledge been novice My wisdom been complex I'm high tech, rapping in storm Furious in form Curious like George Need a morgue when that wise kid be kicking rapping with his board To automate this artistry, just calculate my core