MENTAL COMPLEX
Mental Complex: Biography
Born December 18, 1978, one week before the lord Jesus Christ.
In the Chinese Zodiac 1978 represents the Year of the Horse a strong character, and work ethic that is unparalleled. It has translated into a business venture as well as a life endeavor.
Introduced into life without ever meeting my father has helped me make certain correlations to gain mental intelligence, coinciding with the life long journey of mental ascendancy. This is all motivated by a love for the art and written word, as well as the musical vehicle it has become. Consistently fluid tracks with tight productions combined with structurally technically rhyming words is what we base our lyrical format on.
I am a self-taught entrepreneur/lyricist/philosopher with the vision of creating a website where hip hop fans and artists can communicate information as well as be exposed to the music my team is committed to releasing. Our music is varied and expansive, ranging in deep thought to word play stringing metaphors within perfectly constructed verses.
Through MainlineMusic.com and MentalComplex.com we project multiple releases in the upcoming year of 2004 as business negotiations are being reviewed. These will be the main online distributors of our product and all marketing/business functions will be performed independently.
Mental Ascendancy
I manufacture raps fracturing multiple lumbar's with one bar damaging lower backs it's over jack, scald flesh with
smoldering wax after I write, Seein me rockin mic's is like seein Jesus Christ off the cross in real life, Most people show hope noticeably holding a rosary, I don't believe in the cross
I talk in pain, speak in tongues with long winded heat from the lungs, indecent enough to beat people if
I need funds, I merge with a beat, clash like stars and stripes I put a whole nation in the state of living a hard life, I painstakingly break
mic's, you mother fuckers are afraid to fight, My words are perfectly orchestrated, I find extraordinary correlations, you get an adverse reaction to rapping in verse, I'm thoroughly motivated by hatred and something sacred, my hand can't place it, objects are easy to attain but what I'm looking for is evasive, Granted, now
I see every fucking angle on the planet cause God planned it, that's the way the world works,
I prey on slaves and girlish effort,
Chorus:
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
I preach on the world's behalf, I've got my enemies minds trapped, terrorize cities in a systematic path, destroying beyond what the human mind grasps, Who the fuck told you I don't flow to a beat, I'm holding your throat squeezing the life out of your soul as we speak, if it's not the lyrics strangling, your body's hanging on a hook by your feet, I spit bad intentions through a pad and a pen, I'm not into battling men, that's some fag shit, I body bag kids reaching for
mic's like they're reaching for their lives, fuck sparing your weak kind, your spots beneath my rhymes,
mother fuckers waste their time trying to increase the amount and shine of their diamonds, I'm counting money trying to stay outta the minus, just like rock this music used to only be Negro acts, now it's not hard to find other races of people rap, I'm head long in this business you crack addicts have long limbs with needle tracks
Chorus:
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
It's a distinct fact, I injure when I rap, state of mind is hindering little cats that shouldn't even be born yet, fresh out the pussy and wet, I manifest energy in my breath to leave you with a torn chest, don't be mistaken there's more depth to Mental Complex, I'm chopping kids reps like I cut grass, it's something that doesn't last that's why I'm rhyming so I can make my cut of the world's cash, make my stake in any workplace to be world class, Sometimes I feel like I don't give a fuck about a single thing, I'm focused on the change jingling in the purse strings, It's an addiction I have for cash, I shake down people fast, I'll kick a panhandlers ass all over the block for the paper folded in pockets and socks, search for stolen objects for me to sell instead to make the bacon, spread lots of cream between your teams bread, cum and get shots on your heads, a quarter of your crew wanna jump ship come on my label and spit, they were too busy laying with a bitch for me to save their life I'll make 'em wait a bit,
Chorus:
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
I got a tight flow, like Jesus himself writing the bible, I'm equally righteous and cold, so
I've been told I'm a well balanced individual
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