Gullet Gambit - Braille

I’ll be a missing child just for free promotion

Advertise my album on the panel of your milk carton, what?!

This fucking

Position bucking sporadically

Expunging wreck like demolition

Get you open with knife incision

I was charged with possession of ten dead bodies in my trunk

They were alive last time I checked

Must’ve been when I hit that speed bump

You’re a true honey bun

I shove a beehive up your wreck

With heads often shoot 'em out cannons

Choosing my victims at random

Packing my punch with

Bust holes in all y’all souls

Dislocate your jaw so bad you bite chunks off your earlobes

Yo impress of the fly souls, stuff to make your head explode

in toilet bowls, get gasoline poured on their clothes

from the globe, I’m no trend I’m permanent

Put my hand through your throat, make a sock puppet poet

I’ve ruthless, feed bodies down to a bloodstain on my carpet

So put on an iron mask and hide yourself inside

(I'm vicious!)

Take a bird feeder out of your caucus

Speak in the mic and wipe every MC out in Rawkus

«At this point I’m way beyond the average MC»

«When he next man says, «Yo, you rhyme good for being white'» — Sev Statik

'Rebuild'

I’ll leave you nameless like songs on the tape with no tracklist

Shot my video with a camcorder and edit live on Public Access

I’m so raw consulting my CD causes hepatitis

Got the mic covered with asbestos, you can’t burn it or touch it

Interrupt this broadcast like everything you have in half

Smash your nose so hard you kissed your forehead from the impact

You wanted to battle behind my back now you asking for an autograph

So we can battle for respect

I’ll sign «best wishes» on your epitaph

Rip your arms off in combat and slap your face till you collapse

Knock the talent out you ask, «Homie where’s your skills at?»

I sign record contracts and disappear in ink

And watch record labels fight over Eastwick release

When Celph’s beats strike they damage eye sights like strobe lights

Take custody of your heart and give you visitation rights

Stab you in your back with your chin

I got your back, finish him!

Carve my name on your back with a safety pin

I got you back again

In the underground where 50 heads is capacity crowd

I rock shows in your backyard

«Hey, keep it down!»

When Braille comes around

Your heart drops to your stomach

So call your stomach «hip hop» and put your heart in it

The results of an

Rocking beats that make your neck hurt

In the studio I’m mad live but couldn’t do this song in concert

Acupuncture structures with toothpicks

It’s over I’m taking over

Knock you out with one punch

Call me the «One Hit Wonder»

Talk is cheap when you can’t afford a dictionary

You wanna be complex?

Go study Egypt and chemistry

I’m able to diss any MC on every song on my LP

And still catch them buying a copy

Attending the record release party

I mess with heads, give white kids dreads

Strictly barbershop

Look at me the wrong way

Catch A Bad One like Biz Markie

I put this on wax for DJ’s so I better be getting some airplay

Or watch me get ill with scissors, razors and hairspray

Biting what I say results eating disorders

Don’t ever try to steal my skill

Until you can handle the effects of the powers

It doesn’t matter, fine I’ll let your rhyme just keep in mind

I’m the one that hit it with the best lines in the 1−9-9−9