Book Of Rhymes (Freestyle)

Check out ma' straps
I'm finna' flex holding em'
Picture how I buss at these niggas' like cineplex odeon
I'm finna' step over em'
Come see how I'm bussing
Catching slugs in your heart and lungs is a deadly reprucussion
I got big guns and ma' bullets is the athiest
Even though you hate me
It's hard too believe like a athiest
Never too offend any Christian if you listening
But I be Christ-like and bright-white gods
Ma life is intresting
6 points of a men than under the body decrescent
Intelligent intellect like the internet
I'm omnipresent
Then when the spirit leaves the flesh that God be testing
Wrapped in a lyna coffin
The pyramid's where I be resting
Syllables catastrophic too the mindstate of a sucka'
Complex too a scientific heathen
Complicate yo' mental structure
Circuitry too ma' lyricism
I spit cyber-gothic
Hotwires in the cockpit
Everything made with fiber-optic
Fire in the rocket taken me up too the stars
Galactic bars got me sporting fly cars on Mars
Intricate patterns enabling me too get money when I be on Saturn
Ain't nobody up in the galaxy willing too challenge me when I be rapping
Twista so cold
Flow so ridiculous
He's so articulous
They got the vapors and none of it he had to write on the paper where he was just spitting and kicking it
6 bars at a time
You thinking it's something you like now
Imagine if it was some shit that I chose too write down