Madman (Exhibition) lyrics

[Intro]
To be honest, man
I just wanna rhyme for a bit
Body this beat while we here
Prologue

[Verse 1]
Just woke up from the American Dream
Dazed and confused on what intelligence means
The only emcee who plays truth and dare with a page
Every phrase bringing light to his terrible ways
The POC with a d-o-t on his head
They want him dead, though he only communicates common sense
Stop the press, the man’s woke
No
I take a faux foe and leave ‘em lacking oxygen
Please don’t try to tackle me, my style’s unique
You ain’t seen the type of variety that I can bring
Yeah, I’m of a different class, got the gift of gab
Drifting back to when graffiti began to be plastered, and these masters were spitting phat
Quit the bad rap, you rapscallion, I wrap maggots in rings
The beat’s slappin, I be slappin’ up these candidates for nonsense
The kid’s a monster
Leave ‘em all just smack dab in the middle for karma to get ‘em
This is merely a warm-up, be ready for that one tape
Man’s beasting, the fans feasting at the buffet
Have to do what I have to do
Drop something fierce on ya like I’m Lakitu
Rhymes that you shall adore, words so Salvador
Tunes for the new listeners and the connoisseurs
I’m a force to be reckoned with, to foes who can’t step to me
Go is what I recommend before you’re dead
Giving ‘em that elixir, I be rocking your dome
Remain concocting the philosopher’s stone
Jon in the zone, he be popping as he plot the unknown
So versatile, now I’mma be swapping the tone
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