Bigg Jus Nyc Color Designer
[scratched]
NY Color Designer comin' out the black tunnels like a coal miner
NY Color Designer comin' out the black tunnels like a coal miner
[verse]
The battles, the legends, the heroes, the villains
The duel for the embodiment and consciousness of millions
Who can't sabotage the flow of information
Molecular hyper-universe
Fully hard-wired, configurated to the mainframe rockin' a syllable hydraulic chassis
Where every action occurs in the presence of a catalyst that's ever-present and -changing
Your little rap is just B.S. lame-ass entertainment
This is a living culture
You popped out the style vagina, hopping on the bandwagon at the ass end of the mustard
With nerve enough to critique the alchemic numerical foundation that's deep three generations
While you lackin' any type of history or substance plus you hella impatient
We got disciples devoted as Christianity to Christ
Unitin' they cause with astro physics
Self-transformation shapes this existence
So stay fluid or remain stagnant and die
Jus let a burner swarm complex contemplated geometric design
One process of the four-dimensional light thoroughly analyzed
At the nexus where knowledge and power collide
Live nigga, travel to space blurred with time
Tacklin' those that gravitate to the darkness
While others seek the sun and satiate the unattainable human thought that's infinitely sacred
Chemical exoskeleton from the matrix
Chief emperor kush disengage embedded machines
And clip dragons' wings
Adam and Eve, kill a king, real king
Forever writ with elemental foam tips
