Comrade Punski

Whoo!
«Flawless victory, ya' niggas can’t do shit to me
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically»
Whoo!
The biggest baddest they try to banish us with brandishing canisters of
fantasies I came with phantoms
I flow through fathoms of granite for gritty grammar my grandma was famished
I chew the savage with sanity sandwiches
The Yosemite Sam it’s the bandits I’m disenchanted disadvantaged abandoned
My table manners have managed to vanish
My mind is over matter my outer limits further a mile a minute
I’m so demented po' Dominicans all in my dominion that mo' hysteria
Mercenaries is known to scurry through my area running from redrum’ers who
rummage through rubbish for reasons you couldn’t believe it
My mind a malice and man this is mammoth
I mimic manors overseeing scenery, seeping obscenity
The semen is steaming the ig’nance is beating the demons
The coffers is empty the coffins is heavy
The ceremonies is many, inner city is a Serengeti a safari of sin through
December from January
Icy as Ben & Jerry’s the adversaries is various where’s there’s smoke there’s
fire or Rastafarians
I blaze a chariot through city I’m dead serious sitting pretty period
«I'm super lyrical, with brain-booster chemicals
That’s used up tentacles inside of my mental projectable»
The most aggressive professor versus the censors that’s out to censor the
message I take adventures with my father in heaven
I shot the sheriff but not the lieutenant I hope the deputy shoot the president
My presence impressive as the Russians in wrestling
Intensive attention deficits pepper my senses I’m lunar-powered I’m
solar-powered I’m colder than Colin Powell my colon and bowels is swollen with
vowels
I’m rolling on rivers I’m rolling rubbers my sisters and brothers and cousins
be pissing in public
Taking summons and shoving motherfuckers we ain’t running from nothing
My pretty lady my baby my sugar muffin we loving we lusting gorilla-fucking and
the razor racing ruffians
This trainer brazenly blazing Republicans and razor raising the racists and
rapists
I’m singing praises like California Raisins I’m hailed as the caped crusader of
Puerto Rican paraders I’m throwing grenades I got dames in Grenada
I got more bars than granola promoters I caught Ebola and didn’t notice
I’m known as the ayatollah with swollen cojones
My slew of soldiers is shoulder-to-shoulder versus the soldiers that pull us
over to soak us with hoses
Am I supposed to just hold my composure what type of doja these motherfuckers
smoking?
Instead I’m focused composing a opus and my approach is whatever’s
inappropriate and I’m ghost
«Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser
As smart as MacGyver could put honor inside the heart of a liar»