Tune Seeker - DVD lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Pan] What's in a name Rose of this rap game I'm beautiful They say my lyrics are unsuitable Shoot a Jew Mute a few Bend the rules Defend the fools End the schools I knew you knew new music fused it to the old school like fluid Chop it, don't screw it I prove it Illuminati grip on the Industry loosens Since middle school David was a nuisance They didn't catch the nuance Of my performance My orbit is morbid I forced the facility to forfeit Take the stage and torch it If money didn't exist, could you afford it? David, my beloved Dubbed thus by my mother Under the moon of another Born gender marked other A tantric c*ntradickshun With a vivid imagination Infinite words to rhyme with ‘ation' Rich folks want my castration Cause I'm a s**ual temptation Break the rules f** schools Brainwash tools Human mules Atlas Shrugged with spina bifida When I was young, I felt like Matilda Readin Moby Dick with telekinetic powers I wish these b**hes would really bring me flowers Dark wizards raining curses from their towers When I'm on the street I don't take showers Dirty muthaf**in street kid With a head full of acid They think I'm pa**ive If you show me aggression I'm outta here like a f**ed off recording session I am a star plotted with the Square and Compa** Trials I have to pa** Before I come back With a million more tracks A leader with no pack Is a lone wolf aloof In search of Truth Not money or the girls Creature of the Underworld With souls curled around vocab words Smokin herbs Chokin on the verbs Vowels leakin thru your jowels A guerrilla rapper prowls Cower from the psychic powers Go lower Takin the stage I catch vertebrae rage Cause I'm screwed Like two titanium rods Love being nude Like The Sims p**no mods Narcissistic like Russell Brand With a revolution stand Step back and overstand I spit this without a band Pangea My Neverwonderland My words are a virus I write on Goliath Papyrus Terry Richardson touchin Miley Cyrus My dick is hard science That forces compliance Lady GaGa can do what she Wants with my body A hottie I'm naughty Sex prophecy She probably copied me MAN CURE Fer sher I cure man fer A supernatural transfer Faster banter Sinister minister Leakin blood from a double hearted departed magic carpet Closet concept I lost it when the cosmic comet told me just Hip Hop it! I go harder than a battering ram Appreciated by Juggalo fam Not a bad actor, just a ham The cosmos, my clam The Earth, a pearl The center, a girl So hot I was burned But the balance that I learned Became what I yearned They say God is very stern In truth, it's a new reality She says me must discern