From The Lab - Colossus

Picture a fiery hand

A mountainous peak made of gold

A pen that paints a magnetic throne

Wind that speaks, an Earth that folds

Like an ancient poems where lions roam

Thoughts with crowns of throns

This is till death’s kiss departs us

I hope my mind expand, my verses are monsters

Orgy rhyme, electric Kama Sutra

Eyes are time machines I spit the future

Shout the name Azeeme!

Shake the pavement

I’m heat you crackhead niggas think I’m satan

Lightning strike ambulances are coming

The alarms are breaking

Got singers and popstars running

Losers

Spit till my teeth get bruises

And switch my voice pitch to optic illusion

I’m coming

Thats right ya’ll I’m straight gunning

Oakland, California

We number one in this

This is work from the lab

This is business

This is mad science

It’s musical test tube sex

It’s wet scriptures

This is the experiment

It’s the experiment

I speak the truth that people say are lies

I let them criticize

And send a fire in their wintertime

And I’m a friend of independent minds

Invented in out prime

With coded messages in every line

And as for wisdom we have every kind

From what is hidden, to the carnal

To the never-ending length of crime

Pick a chapter from the book of rhymes

And hear the letter master put a dance on words until they pantomime

My crews are love and lost

The only beauty truth scarred

They (?) cause were dancing screwing movie stars

This is more than pools and broads

Its who we are

Jogging over tracks

Colossus (?)

Electric sex nineteen two thousand and three

One love