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SYMMETRY - "The Art Of The Norm"

[Verse 1 - Glimpse The Unthinkable]
Im in the back of the bada bing in handcuffs they caught me/ making plots for robberies with silvio dante/ Im worse than a fuckin neo-nazi ghost of rob zombie in your dreams haunting you like christopher moltisanti/ I keep a posse, full of wackos and kamikaze/ bomb, cop, and ungodly hip-hop dropping/ animals with instincts to crack your manidble so when I dismantle your phalanges from your hand its understandable/ Im just doing what I was placed on this planet for, to strike media whores with meteors we need a war/ to defeat the ones who are ruining a genre by conforming to the current norm of pop im not fond of/ I wont call it rap this is preposterous teenie bopper shit/ hip-hop was lost in the mix in '96 but I brought the fix/ went from addidas to nike kicks went from talent to ghostwriting hits, fuck that I'm fightin it/ rappers need enlightening fans need awareness heightening strike the king with lightening I find his kind frightening/

[Hook]
We tame, those who dont deserve to be named/ you claim to hold it down, you get physically detained/ if you seek fame of the talentless, start to conform/ cause we love the music, while you love the art of the norm/ x2

[Verse 2 - Psycho Analysis]
Make the first move grab your blades and find somthing to wipe on/ your not a hip hop icon, your a white pawn, compared to a knight spawn/ I cleaned your act up with the lights on so it might dawn, your a queen born from a dyke mom/ who thinks they're god, you sir?/ how dare you worship the bishop, Im tossing bombs in jukeboxes like lucifer/ leaving a few jewish sisters necks hue redder than heffner juiced in juicers/ flows so cold I drink anti-freeze to even breath/ I need to, or when I sneeze the breeze flash freezes seven seas/ seizes and leaves communities deceased/ before you can think to even blink I'm exploding your nose cartilage/ over an ink filled sink throwing your toner cartridge/ your just about as fly as an ostrich/ you've been ostracized since birth, cursed and you're faker than fallacy/ every verse you disperse is more tragedy than blasphemy/ I'm more down to earth than gravity/ I live in a palace, bow to me, the king your majesty/

[Hook]
We tame, those who dont deserve to be named/ you claim to hold it down, you get physically detained/ if you seek fame of the talentless, start to conform/ cause we love the music, while you love the art of the norm/ x2

[Verse 3 - Psycho Analysis]
I'll put you out like smokey the bear soaring even higher/ lit off more pine than flourists touring a forest fire/ leave your career retired by the way you steer/ your fat cow shape cant fit inplace a cavalier/ veer clear for me cause Im like deer in headlights/ leave mere crabs itching, thinking like they got head lice/ your still playing LIFE while I tend to get ahead twice/ my gun talks the lead bites, the rest bugs me like bed mites/ rap styles underground like Harriet Tubman/ while you produce trash by tearing up onions/ I'm channel surfing jokes, wavelengths from remote crystal balls/ you selfish fucking pricks, self desructing warhead missles fall/ on cloned replicas wearing sandals and flannel shirts/ "Damn it hurts! Don' it!?" my plan just worked/ planet earth turned into the end of days/ clouds of gray haze blocks the suns rays until you praise/ the megalific colossus, mecha-spaceship causes dimmensions of shapes to cross/

[Verse 4 - Glimpse The Unthinkable]
Goddamn I hate rap its all garbage like a trash compactor/ can we expand our fuckin vocab past the word swagger/ 90% of tracks just induce my laughter/in this cats game Im flash from the dukes of hazard/ I use my dagger, to eliminate you mere actors/ like fear factor, as the rest of you crabs just near capture/ you now its a disaster when you go to the newstand/ to find rolling stone supporting OJ da juiceman/ for christs sake what happened to mic rape/ rap savior in a white cape sent to anhihalate/ I erase the brains and have the voice boxes relinquished/ and extinguish the delinquents who speak ficticious english/ Im a god/ I write levating In a pod/ Half robot all odd homosapien mod/ The Unthinkable im freaking irratic and reaking havoc/ speaking magic while your rap is cheap and weak and tragic/ you wont last a half of a nano second in my black utopia/ cause I'm a scorpio and you have arachnaphobia/

[Hook]
We tame, those who dont deserve to be named/ you claim to hold it down, you get physically detained/ if you seek fame of the talentless, start to conform/ cause we love the music, while you love the art of the norm/ x2