Every night is open mic night my mind take flight
With my cerebral I fight, on an easel I write
Too many people they bite, talk fecal I might
The evil is trite, but my pineal is right
My merits are esoteric your flow is generic
I write in code alphanumeric to hack your genetics
You rappers are pathetic man fuck it I said it
My pen prophetic Nostradamus wanna get it
Poetic elements but my bars still militant
Al's the chemist, he cook the illest shit
Dirty lab all star you don't wanna try me
Been rapping for eons used to bump high n mighty
Vomit dogma, drink god, shit reality
Left right left triangle, fatality
The mic bloody I turn stages to crime scenes
The coroner came, cause of death a 16
Fade me out
Fade me out
Fade me out
Fade me out