>Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfukkin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are foreign
Far from being borin'
My style is hard like castle without McCormick
I run threw your crew like the flu when I bomb it
My styles like AIDS cause don't nobody want it
nikkas frontin' like they hard
But I'm a Street Fighter like Jean Claude
And I'll split your shyt, god
Right down the middle
Play you like a riddle
I got a fetish for titties, I nibble on the nipple
Then trespass on your property like Monopoly
Subdue your crew and beat that ass properly
Welcome to the Desert Storm annual extravaganza
Clue rolls deeper than the Cartwrights on Bonanza
I feed off weed, natural energy sources
Lyrics with more power than the horses they put in Porches
Can't be tested or F'ed wit
I'm too reckless
I chop off heads just to take the necklace
The type of Canibus (/cannabis) that's side-effectless
The type of shyt that get the Question-mark Man arrested
Take evasive action
Flip like reciprocal fractions
Turn the heat up on MCs to watch their meat blacken
You try get fly, you get electrified and fried
fukk around and get your mouth slapped dry
You could battle me and possibly survive
But you could never see me and walk away without a black eye
Word up hop, CLUEminat call the cops
And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call SWAT
Scar your whole squad with bullet scars
No holds barred
I'll even hassle the National Guard
Ready or not like the Fugees
Crews be steppin' to me
But I wipe em' all out like booty
I'm so unruly, the police don't say nothin' to me
It don't matter whether they on or off duty
I murder you brutally when I spit at you
My actions are unforgivable
Look at what CLUEminati did to you
The maximum lyrical
nikka you minimal
There's a big hole in the desert, I told the men in blue to dig for you
Motherfukker...CLUEminati 98'
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