Alien Manuscript - Diabolic

Yo, I’m the epitome of sick.

I’ll live in infamy

Spitting a written history depicting my vision vividly

The industry’s clearly tripping when I start a movement

Like Timothy Leary giving LSD to Harvard students

A sharpshooting marksman when the target’s moving

I’m a fusion of the greatest parts from humans and a Martian mutant

Toured the world, got cigars from Cubans

Then sparked a doob in Amsterdam with Asians saying, «Fahrvergnügen»

Tomorrow’s blueprint.

Today, my bars and mic connect

Ahead of its time, spitting rhymes I haven’t started writing yet

I’m the archetype.

I’m not an artist like the rest

I’m picture-perfect without Photoshopping dark and light effects

And, yes, I got regrets.

Understand I’m sharing that

But kept my guard up longer than Buckingham in bearskin hats

I should open up and trust my fans to care, in fact

But I really need to know what the fuck this man is staring at

I’m sick of hearing that voice stuck inside my head

Like Simon says, «Diabolic, let the virus spread»

Still the illest cat—alive or dead.

The raps we have-

-‘ll drive you crazier than Travis Bickle in a taxi cab

Got these tacky fad rappers breaking out the lab

'Cause heads are fake like paper mâché to escape from Alcatraz

Countless fags thinking their computer screen is armor

Transforming to superheroes on the web like Peter Parker

I won’t be a part of that.

This the Art of Rap

From artists prophesized in carvings scratched on artifacts

Neanderthals drawing me rocking a starter hat

While aliens from Mars attack as the moon stars collapse

I have read your manuscript, my friend.

You plan on rising from peasant to king.

You are quite dangerous.

I have just the potion for you

Now maybe I’m just tripping.

Or what have I been sipping?

Summoned to the other side by souls of mummified Egyptians

Seeing my forefathers love the stuff that I’ve been spitting

And respect the drive of a guy stuck in my position

Those I’m governed by try corrupting my decisions

Like correction officers who smuggle drugs inside a prison

But I have risen, reached the top of Mount Olympus

And cast Zeus to the outer limits somewhere south of Venice

A Menace like O-Dog, but learned some new tricks

My bars shine—now the dark side of the moon’s lit

Bright enough to see the aliens in cruise ships

And differences in the landing filmed by Stanley Kubrick

Imagine you mixed Nas, Wu, and Q-Tip

With Fu-Schnicks and Eminem on Rawkus—I'm what you get

Now the shoe fits a dude strapping two sticks

Of dynamite with the fuse lit to your new kicks

And I don’t give two shits.

I’m dropping science here

Superhuman in disguise, I am not as I appear

I’m the Viking warlord atop the biosphere

Who could body cops in riot gear with rocks and flying spears

My career’s the return of God that Mayans feared

When I appear on vinyl, your tribe’ll clock the final years

Shots collide with beers and I’m a shock to eyes and ears

The legend of my predecessors, getting props from pioneers

And to my peers, I’m Superman but sinister

I’ll rule the land from Hoover Dam to the Yucatan Peninsula

A visitor from outer space taking human form

Detonating a fusion bomb in the booth when music’s on

Ahahahahaha.

I see you are not of this world.

You may have gotten the best of

me this time.

I’ll see you on the other side