The Hazing - Masia One

I spit debated languages keep more kids twist than porno mags and cartoon images

I verbal synergist

Lifted gently off the normal, my gift informal speech, I teach tongues to each

one tightly corn-rolled

Tomorrow, call your moms or call you auntie, I appeal to those in boxer briefs

or tighty whiteys

I light each spot like all I got are 2 lips that lick adjectives from the

bottom to the top

My ill rapport follows me, like first world embassies find these weeds are

smoking all the trees

My difficulty to appease strangers, my starting line up changed the minute face

of industry in steady stages

Don’t fucking limit me, I expand an anagram into a sea, sneak a smile to every

memory

Can it be known?

Each microphone, each cipher unknown I own it

Hear me on radio the callers phone in like: 1−9-9 let me hear Masia One again,

spit a dirty verse without a curse, kids on the bone again

I’m owning it, like I know my enemiesMasia One for president in the 2 double 0

three

(Wolves howling) All these eager young men they all draw guns I say come with it

Found a spliff to quickly bun, M One the mighty mighty gifted

Sound sedimentary sidelines as you flow in different ciphers

So elementary to the guidelines of those still around in diapers

Kinda makes you shake, take breaks between blinks and minute takes (TICK)

I gently ask why democrats and demigods should get up off my dick (TICK)

Counter parts nervous, I call in my service I gently ask why heads should

scratch a little ways below the surface

Cursive, cursive.

Waves break on shorelines, never whore my possession of this

gift that grows with every session, every coarse mind aggression release

Tease oh tongue teasing, you a decimal, I a vesicle pleasing

You just a moldy testicle, I make your muthafucking teeth ring

Teaching breathing, your 15 minutes always fleeting

You’re running every time I spit my butterflies and bee stings