It is cold… airless… forbidding.

The very “precision” of its operation… “like a surrealistic dream…“
We can measure it’s movement and depth…
But our minds cannot fathom it’s spiritual geometry…

There are those among us who can ‘comprehend’ it’s physical forces…
But in the inner structure of our beings… we have not yet digested it’s meaning.

Ya get no mercy if you're innocent.
No Viagra if you're impotent.
No education if you're ignorant.
Keep your head though if you're diligent...
My finger's on the red button.
[Punk]

You don't really want nothin'! Start somethin'!
You don't really want nothin'! Start somethin'!
You don't really want nothin'! Start somethin'!
My finger's on the red button!
[Punk]

So you want me to "fuck around and diss-play",
Mental array of rhymes, metaphors, word play?

[No Tocky!! Just keep it rockin' till the beat stops, Kid!
Just spare the lives of the innocent, 'cuz someone's gotta live!]

When I spit it's like a dirt bike,
My words take flight,
Gritty and muddy, 
[Tom-style]
It's just like... a box of tricks,
A box of hits,
Tool-box, pop your lips!
[Tom-style]
Box you in,
Got the soundbox (got you!),
Desire the nanny,
In a ring-box,
[Tom-style],
Box of chenny,
Box you up,
Put you into storage, with some more shit.

I'm getting you dazzled E's, back from focus,
I consume the beat like a swarm of locusts,
I'm on this beat like an evil parasite,
Watch me 'blood up' your spinal, "I'm in the mood tonight",
Making moves like "Kneivil", jump you with the mic,
I'm in the mood to hype,
Yo, these rhymes are medieval,
In the mood to fight,
Yo the Evil Crew link mate,
It's Evil Nine tonight with the "shadowless dark arts".
Tripping through the light, lyrics burst and ricochet,
I stand up - get slapped,

"All of you pussies and saps,
pansies and twats,
Shallow characteristics,
I got a dropkick for all of you pinpricks".

[Silent. Lonely. Timeless.]

Yo! Mind-Smiths puzzlin' like "Ludo",
Don't even grab you still, yo,
Takin' space even on my own or with my crew, so,
You know better than to start with some shit bro,
Grab you like a whirlpool,
Take you down low,
Always wanting me to "display skillz" and let it show like Thor,
Thunderous style,
Hammering or blows, like barbarians,
Clubbing down all of my foes,
One punch,
Rock your dome,
Blood your nose.

I got a big ass stardom with multiple hoes,
Shorty-ass sprinklers,
Wet my bulbs,
"Yo, blood-sucking vampire bitches gots to go!,
"No, no, no! Please don't bite!"
...got's tuh blow...
Cuz wifey notices that shit, [yeah you know],
I rock the heat, so I can ice the show,
Moody black beats with hyped tem-pos,
Yo, still spittin' harder than land yo,
I'm on "Go!",
My mind's very alert!
I never shirk!
Prepared to put in the work!
Mentally runnin' until my head hurt!
Mental head-splurt!
Bangin' out beats that hurt your net work!

Bonus BONUS Flavor [for whoever actually plays out]

Then i think to myself, He likes to grab his crotch alot!