*508*Rock TizZzown Jr.*508*

Yo, in a hundred years form now Everyone who's living on this planet will be dead So it's inconsequential really All the shit that you talk All the bullshit that you stand for It's more important what, what your ready to build What you're ready to pass down to your children What you're ready to create You better fucking remember that When you challenge a mother fucker like me Remember, I'm the dominant speciesI'm stuck inside the future and life is chaotic The government is psychotically racist and robotic The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality Life is war, and every day's a battle to me I'm on the brink of insanity, between extreme intelligence and split personalities But I elevate to the point of reversing gravity Revolutionary conceptuality spitting out of me Even the dead people in my family tell me they proud of me Stupidity's not allowed by me Cuz I don't got time to play I'm the black whole lyricist that'll take your shine away Darkness at any time of day I'm the Technique and your nobody so what you trying to say Stellar density becomes your physical alignment 1.8 billion tons per square inch confinementYo, yo, yo, I drop knowledge so heavy it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrical apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planetYo, yo, lyrically I'm infinite like possibilities But you don't have the capability like infertility Cuz opening your mouth to question my validity Is like trying to contradict the theory of relativity When I spit is the epitome of heavy artillery My enemies are obsessed with me like the bitch in Misery But break out like father running form responsibility Every time I step and abuse the mic with versatility I balance humility, with brutal instinct I'll make your whole cypher look like those crackers from N'Sync And I don't care about your link, or your luxury car I shed light with more magnitude than all of the stars My breyon talk pick thick So don't ever talk shit And remember something nigga, while you rave and rant A roach can live for nine days without its head but you can'tI'm explicit like video tapes of conjugal visits Some niggaz are too stupid to understand it like astrophysics Technique is exquisite I'll make your thoughts a victory Get pessimistic with the quickness If you think that I will just become another statistic with anything but success When I bless the mic as I spit this Specifically prolific with coprocessor coma type sickness My style is like a ten year old child with a slit wrist, too much reality For the fucking hit list I got a Black Panther mentality with a spick fist So you can get dissed Even if you're locally gold, vocally bold, or globally Multi-platinum sold I'm emotionally cold, disciplined, and ready to kill Like spirits in the same room with you, I'm giving you chills I drop knowledge while these mother fuckers clumsily spill And I drop it so heavy, it leaves the world unbalanced Exterminate the spiritual force of all that challenge I'm the lyrically apocalypse that crumbles the granite Replacing you as the dominant species on the planet