Artist: Jean Grae Album: Kill Screen a/k/a Steve Wiebe (S) Song: Kill Screen a/k/a Steve Wiebe Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash This is rebel shit Mojave rock Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you til yo body pop I'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7-Up 105.6 hell, praise the rock I ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazin Peter Minus the spider bite, the webs, the aunt and uncle neither But save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamite To even up the nonbelievers Man humble season was cool, sure But now I'm seein North Shore faces, are y'all sure Well turn around and walk four paces I'll walk forth five, y'all 86'ed in all cases I'm the figure 8 sideways, always, ageless Y'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shit My time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceships You way behind like you caught a ride on a slave ship I'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, faceless Representin the basement, raised up, cage less Limitless, reminiscent of rapists Boundaries? Got none, rock, paper, shotgun Achtung, baby not an ADD 80's baby I'm not from Rated G catering eras, I was the type of New Yorker Rhymin at night in the park and hidin a knife in hair and Even though mama was careful, I would be fightin so often Findin the light in dark, was time and just life in the mirror Reflection infinite, Escher In the end - we are, who we are uhh - Ke$ha Late night dive bar, sippin on a vesper I'm bond and the villain in one time bomb, test her Dressed mismatch like confederate soldiers Told ya best to think fast, this level is over I'm goin for the kill screen, fistful of quarters Billy Mitchell, I'm a fiend, jumpin barrels, famous sauces Was a preteen prodigy, a plethora of knowledge I don't mean like Albert Johnson I mean Jean was on to college I'll never respect a comment from a novice I'll never be just a common denominator, promise I was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant one The phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathan I only get killed at the end of time so I'm buyin some This is heavy metal, Ryerson Or Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right man My life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic stand Put the mic in my right hand, left hook, goodnight man Rest good, hype man, Jeannie take it easy like bikinis on some white sand is on me I'm calm B, sippin on a zombie Conde, Nast, no bath salts spillin in my flask I'm appealin to your class, laugh now get shot later with sedatives I'll medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better live Edifice I'm livin in a world full of Oedipus It's all relative, melanin, nepotism Tell the kids, hell is in, check the prisons I wanna teach particle physics business Just as a better business class, syllabus rise up You wanna get your philistine thighs up My abilities high as fuck You still willin to try luck I wish I had guillotine garage doors Mass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivores Trash, garbage, Skarsgaard hotties, mandibles, partin jaws Bleedin y'all dry of convictions... the art of war