Plain Pat - Expand lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] The greenhouse effect, melanin, soil weapons Canaanite space cadet tryna intercept the interpret Scientific realms of my in-depth intellect [?], Tibet, Maya, Inca, Aztec n***as is set tryna cut me up like Osiris Look into my iris, infect me with the Dehli virus Spiritual sinus clog your third one—third eye Escape the apocalypse in the surburban You grew used to the conversations of Lucifer Evil [?], whisperers, and inducers Lyrics make lungs collapse. Use tongues for gats Where I'm coming to, there's no coming back The final serve—my flow strikes your vital nerve I speak wisdom, tidal-wave my words You say, “Word?” Well that ain't what you heard Sin time! Divine witch's brew's been stirred I'm adjacent to Satan in the basement Chaos and confrontation, deep concentration Reverse the abomination with domination Creativity and patience (Patience, patience) Since gases, I heard a verse from the pastors Devils infiltrate the pastures, trick the ma**es f**ing ba*tard! My energy is cla**ic Essence never captured, rhythm in the rapture Get your soul fractured ‘cause I mastered Hot science, the laws of violence Patience was the rock David used for Goliath It's like [?] with the 9-iron [Scratch Hook] (x2) “As the universe expands” “I aspire to excel to the highest degree” - Jeru the Damaja on "How I'm Livin'" [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] The foul flagrant, blatant—blast Satans From the school of mysteries I graduated Edjumicated—my higher sense activated I use [?] power from dead bones in Ghana Stuck in the dungeon where my soul was plunged in Travel through the Middle Pa**age—little ba*tard Platinum, palladium grays under the stadium Where they made baseballs with skulls and baby skin Chaos in the cosmos—I'm a Vulcan Grab your shoulder blade (Aaah)—leave your body soaking Peace to my old dad, whose spirit is a nomad Had me so sad, I resurrected him through vocab I date back to when I had a favorite placemat My face all fat, but I'm still saying grace, black You walk like a m**m, talk like a m**m But you evil, living in Shayṭān's bosom I see your energy—brown aura I read the Qur'an, turn around and read the Torah Within the Bible, there is the word of God But I'll murder y'all when it's time for Jihad As I meditate, revelate, I see flames Deep impact—cities crushed by tidal waves In the Bronx, I'm over your head like 4 trains Dealing with my submental like the [?] More to gain than there is to lose, so I choose Right over wrong. Disagreeable vehicles just deceiving you I'm agreeable, unbelievable, achieving supreme status My gats smack the [?], shots pop your apparatus Something magical—it don't seem right ‘Cause your third eye of green light lack keen sight Accurate perception—pathetic. I pop wires [?], tongue swords, fire tire My desire mash out mediocre with hell fire [Scratch Hook] (x4) “As the universe expands” “I aspire to excel to the highest degree” - Jeru the Damaja on "How I'm Livin'"