[Verse 1]
King of linguistics, semantics, in case you missed it
My wicked rant takes fanatics to the most sadistic
Addictive, seductive, prolific spots
Manipulative plot to wreak a wicked, wretched hot
Shot, plan, serving skeptics verbal neuroleptics
They didn't think the track would make 'em go insane
Lemme pick your brain, lemme rearrange everything you think you know
About a sick and wicked flow
Stickin out your nose, stuck up, delivering the lowest form of prose
Couldn't hold a candle to Clinical it goes
Without saying, without berating, I'm operating late at night coop the saying
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so I combine the two to make noise
When given opportunity to voice opinion, I'm feeling comfortable in my little dominion
Will I awake in the Dominican Republic with a million dollar mansion and a ranch with an extension for a quest?
Or will I pray to God to get enough cash for rent? Wait, Lemme write a verse first
Yes, Let me shape a little piece of model clay
Outta my way, I forgot how to play nice
Late nights in the same seat brings heat
Need to release these beasts, gotta bring peace
Peace be with you, peace be with me
Peace be with clouds, peace be with trees
Peace be with frisbees flyin outta the hands of the youth into man's best friend's teeth

[Verse 2]
Peace to the custodian, who opened up the music room
So I could bury these things like a funeral
All skills final, immutable, indisputable, like a rhino
Chargin with the tool to kill
You fold a hand when you think that it's losable
I'm like John Proctor in the Crucible
I'm cocksure when the clock turns over to
Daylight savings, ain't nothing like makin a new day
Great,elated a raving, lunatic soon equipped with a studio to move a load of tracks
Massive attack, like a big acidic batch, fatale wait til Clinical gets paid in full
They don't know, the industry still sells stems, seeds, and hemp leaves
If they don't go, expanding the goals, or raising the bar, I'm raging a war
Marketing plots target low denominators sellin shit I wouldn't buy in a parking lot for later
Pickin locks and pickin pockets, hope the people think about it
He could drop a friggin bomb and still they couldn't live without him
Back in action, acrobatic rap assassin, moving fluid rhythms suitable to ruin solar systems
Over hills and open fields, holdin global wisdom
Showin all his focus and his hocus pocus mysticism
His only mission is existin in his current myth n,
Makin music entertainin, rainin down upon
With any subject you could fathom, he could take it on
From immigration, all the way to bein beaten on

[Verse 3]
Last verse cursed worse, in any order order setting borders order all the mortar, sorta like a call to war.
Torturous the water boarder fortress, causing only boastin when I'm roastin most of rappers with an attitude
Sad and rude beatified, canonized, flying through your mind with a can of gasoline to let it atomize
Mescaline illusion eyes, Aleutian Island paradise, hallucinate with lucid eyes
Posin like your crucified, mystifyin education I provide
I risk annihilation, sighin all the whie, when I collide
With the cochlea to soak it to the follicle
Like Annie Oakley, poking it so accurate, maniacal
Tyrannical like icicles, sharp cold and wild tones
Can't be contained by a metronome, can't see my name
I'm a letchu know, Clinical, the clinic is a second home
Where my verbal treachery is takin hold
Catch my breath, let mind rest, in my zest, the zeal is real
Is that my best? What do I have left? What do I access, to seal the deal?
Every line an homage to my dreams, communicate by pedagogical means
Why? I'm more than mere mirage of a sea to a heat stroke victim, I even resurrect him. . .