A Taste
I attract the wack as battle victims/ cuz we be polar opposites/ apocalypse
couldn't stop this/ although each time Buddah spits/ I hit like another
seal peeled away/ daily deliver devastation/ duck property damage charges
by all nations/ for by my estimation/ headz so shook from my oration/ that
as my sound spreads across creation/ so does the sensation/ of people
losing the relation/ between themselves and the wackness gene/ that has
blighted hip-hop's latest generation/ industry the fuck say I
administration/ and fuck proper connotation/ my cured patients call me
healer/ but like industrial strength sealer/ I just fix what's broke and
make it hold/ verbal midas spittin' sonic gold/ a few refer to me as Logan/
for the way I slash opponents/ some claim when bloodlust comes/ it's one of
my finer moments/ no atonments shall be made/ sacrifices must be paid in
the upgrade/ from analog to digital/ Buddah brings truth; never equivocal