Too Complex Songtext / Lyric

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

Deep in the depths of the mind

The pro is prime, trapped like a mime

In the same space and time, lifeless

Vocals excel when trifers

Centerfold of your ciphers

My aura shines divine, priceless

Much to complex to yap

Maybe perhaps when I think of rap

My thinkin' cap (what?)

Reveals the skills unlimited

Rappers be half as great

Mentally they can't elaborate

So they exaggerate and fabricate

My words collaborate, formulatin' a sentence

It's all ill when the blunted mind defense this

Respect next to wisdom

Makes the god's mental

Inflammable grammable feel gentile

I sense y'all don't know the art

Comprehensively, energy enters me when I depart

It's like sweet sorrow

Bottles I follow catch wreck

Engine's to my comprehension be just too complex

To get vex and just step

I'd rather snatch a rapper's rep

Breakin' them into debris

Vocally, y'all label me as the illest mic killa

Still in the grind, the mind driller

Poetically is how I'm depicted

The rhythm's got me addicted so my ill skill inflicts it

Similar, the verbal Christ

Enormous, my performance equally will be precise

We puttin' rappers on ice

Most of 'em should have thought twice now they're payin' the price

I knock 'em out like Mic Tys when the tracks connect

The engine's to my comprehension is just too complex

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex"

To M.C. the art of rhymin' should be pure and natural

When I think of all these ill skills, international

You see my words in actual will attract the steel like a magnet

Niggas is stagnant and incomplete like the fragments

Actually, my words are a jagged edge, criminal

Borderline, subliminal

One of the earth's finest minerals

I'm past the pinnacle

And still I hold my fort like a general

Intervals, all excerpt the maximum

Release the minimal energy

Hennesy's sure to blur the memory

Remember me, that ill nigga?

Thoughts sporadic set to peel niggas

Mics are metaphors of what the man is, might merge

I recite slurs with the right words

What occurs when I conjure

Illest spirits from beyond ya

You was warned like Alaja

The drama ganja drains away

When my mind's A.K. spray in the A.K.A

Nine trey, double rays, bubble thin

The illest niggas we devour from out the dark

Either that or walk the walk

You claim you had your shit together now it's fallin' apart

Who woulda thought you'd be wack?

We gave you dap in the beginning now we takin' it back

I only boogie from a track when mad niggas react

We specify the artifacts and represent 'em on wax

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex

Let's take a deep breath and inhale and exhale

For those who prison in the minds and those that been bailed

Fuck the fan shit, it's about to hit the windmills

What I reveal, not omni still it's strictly been real

Y'all know the deal, skills

Poetry hits my peoples like food for thought

Vocals distort, shorts the sequels

Mics forever like the paradox of pure evil

Like throwin' crumbs to the seagulls

Old folks pray in cathedrals

Tryin' to live that better life legal

Feeble, my mind remains haunted by mad things

Plus everything is real when you're blunted

These days the trees blaze

We backspin 'em like the DJs

Cuttin' you down to size in

The fantasy land you and your mans was devisin'

I set it off like horizons

Strategically, it's like I'm movin' the crowd

I'm lickin' shots, bustin' up at the clouds

We be audacious, treadin' on glaciers

Slang got sprayed down in Tanqueray without the chasers

On the earth there ain't a place you can run to hide

When my sets collide with your planet

Rock bottom solid my frame be like granite

Very few can understand it

Perfects my mic's sex when the thoughts connect

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex

The engine to my comprehension is just too [echo]

"Greater than your Benz or your Lex

The engine to my comprehension is just too complex" - De La Soul 'The Bizness'