Ahsimandias - AHS

Uh, yeah

AHsIManDias

The God King

The Great and Powerful

Uh huh

Yo

Yeah, yo

You out the game homey, give it up and hand it here

I grab the mic just to make these suckers stand in fear

So put your hands where you can find the chandelier

I’m b-boy budget girl, making five grand a year

Wanted to be your summer catch and not your fall guy

Not bad for a four-eyed short fry

All eyes on the prize pig, I got a nice big

Mic, And it’s pointed straight for your eyelid

So keep your eyes open, why?

Because this life is big

I’m like an archeologist rock’n nice digs

My mic can slice wigs, been known to scalp cats

So run your jaw bone and watch me tear your mouth back

How’s that for a visual aid?

Leave people physically grazed from a lyrical blade

And I, handle business to the best of my ability

Devastating like learning you suffer from infertility

If I’m the problem the solution is impossible

I say them type of lyrics constitutions wouldn’t constitute

All you want is money?

Then I’m saying you a prostitute

A decent judge of character, today I came to prosecute

Fossil fool rappers stay gassed up (Yup)

Never very bright until I light that ass up (Nope)

Yeah you going to blow because they hype you cats up

But when it all falls down you right back on stuck

I make no derivations, these rappers I’m steady slaying

Ain’t nowhere to run, Mr. Petty is already waiting

Before I even spit I can see em already hating

But I run things rude boy and I ain’t even Jamaican

So here’s my demonstration, administer information

Like Professor Griff blessed with the gift of the presentation

Yes, a lot of people in power are Master Masons

It’s a fact and not required that you use imagination

I get the information, I don’t get the fascination

Guess I can’t come to grips with it, something like masturbation

I know these rappers suck and I know I’m losing my patients

If they dope then China and Japan are running out of Asians

Leave your skin chaffing, rashes on the masses

Burn your body up and leave the ashes on your mattress

Take my CD and thumbtack it to your casket

Write «Art of Fact» on it, autograph it on the plastic

The rhymes are automatic, I’m not a violent rapper

But I leave you with more head shots than aspiring actors

More head shots than porn directors have recorded

Because you never should have rapped

In fact you should have been aborted

Yeah we ain’t living in great conditions

Movers and shakers stay moving shakes and scraping dishes

I spit the sickest rhyme in the world to make it vicious

In Beverly Hills shooting stars just for making wishes

Because, the son of man blast you like the Son of Sam

A black man is not a son of Kham, read Zondervan’s

And with the pen in my hand, I’ll crush the entire Enneagram

I am Hebrew original man (Yeah)

Able, ready, and willing to bring the game back

Donovan Bailey even said we was on the same track

Professionally I make my enemies lay flat

Bandage emcees with my ace rap, lyrically stay strapped

Like a les' chick with a dildo, I kill flows

Stomp your face out with a steel toe

Yo, if you don’t know by now then you will know

You try to stop my shine and I’ll still glow

You were ill prepared

You cannot defeat the Great and Powerful

I’ll chase you down with eight steak knives and devour you

Find me in the back room smashing up your mother’s mother

It’s Ludacris how I Lova Lova (Yeah)

I used to live in Decatur and disturb the peace

Nowadays I only kick the facts trying to hurt the beast

It’s just the art of it, you’ll never understand

Unless you part of it, but on the other hand

Once again, it’s the adversary that’s glad to bury

The imaginary using actual vocabulary

I map an area various people catching scary, glimpse

I clear the air of pimps until it’s sanitary

I’m interplanetary plus I flow from coast to coast

I boast the most, I stalk around the block looking for foes to roast

Don’t overdose because aHs exposed the most imposing raps

These concentrated rapper clones better go and post

A resume, I’m just a man in search of yesterday

I guess today will have to do for now let’s see the next display

Get the picture twist the mixture up I crucifix your sister

Have your crew for dinner, grab the mic until my fingers blister

I think I missed the bus so I’mma bust a missing masterpiece

And keep it popping like an overheated vat of grease

Fat at least enough to bust a flow enough to never see their toes again

I tell the people standing in the frozen wind

I rock this Hip Hop vehicle to freedom

My mind stay strong like I was Nina Kulagina

Peron like Evita, crying for Argentina

And if you don’t feel me you should get some larger speakers

Whack rappers say «Lord, not him again»

They’ll never make it out of the hood like George Zimmerman

Eggnog pumps in your veins with more cinnamon sweet

They remind me of Prince but more feminine

Listen in, don’t get your mom drop kicked

Trying to get fly like Daniel Son with chop sticks

I clock rhymes when I spit hotness, so my tick got a tick

But my tock is toxic, «Advanced Human Speech»

«Al-Tajuan Has Styles», «Amazingly Hot Songs»

And lyrically hostile, with a hundred bars for the boys and the girls

Because aHs is the energy that lights our world

Yeah

AHsIManDias

Yeah

Man genius

Uh, yeah

Spit like a mad thinker

Spit like a mad thinker

Quantum Mechanics

Yeah

Able Danger

Omega Man

Yeah, yeah

Somebody go put the mic out

The mic was expensive