Prolific_1011
05-22-06, 12:21 PM
my words capture...drama like cinematic actors
i master rappers like puppets, poetic justice...
no mics, we battle wit gavels from judges
im a lyrical assasin wit a purpose
a wordsmith wit a passion for verses
i take u further back, to when gods used to murder tracks
they crowned me as the god of the pen
your flow is gone wit the wind, mine is nas and rakim
start believing... before i got u leaking like vaginal secreations
witness my growth, i spit my life under oath wit a hand on the bible
like kurt combain wit the thirst for pain...
coming at me is suicidal
like mexicans wilding out out on the cinco de mayo
like amatuers coming for the lyrical title
like 100 marksmen strapped wit dem rifles
that'll light u up like a dozen candles
making u dance to...gun shots if we have to...
leaving the corpses for the roaming vultures
say what? son, this is payback for our stolen culture
what u expect? that i wouldnt react?
that i wouldnt be back, spitting like a student wit facts?
now im here making it clear
rising above anything related to fear
im at the round table... where im able to build wit socrates and plato
dont get it twisted, my philosophy aint fake though
it arises from spirirual devices measured by lyrical tyrants
i walk amongst lyrical giants who enslaved peasants
blood sheddin... on the earth's terrain
its like seeing blood pumbing on the earth wit veins
my words give life like a vivid birth
as i dig up gems under the rigid turf
they say every minutes worth... so im livin to the maximum potential
peace to my man o skeptical, we keep it poetical
but back to the basics, my pen harasses the pages
holding captive in cages thoughts i practice in stages
my pad and pen built an intimate... ever-lasting relation
bringing life to the words that im embracing
like a child that brightens a smile like my rhymin wit style
son why u so mad? cause my vocab makes your flow wack?
i take it to levels you thought didnt exist
check this...my whole story is written in bricks
it took 20 years for my life to build the pyramids
now my skill diminishes false hopes of a lyricist
ONE
i master rappers like puppets, poetic justice...
no mics, we battle wit gavels from judges
im a lyrical assasin wit a purpose
a wordsmith wit a passion for verses
i take u further back, to when gods used to murder tracks
they crowned me as the god of the pen
your flow is gone wit the wind, mine is nas and rakim
start believing... before i got u leaking like vaginal secreations
witness my growth, i spit my life under oath wit a hand on the bible
like kurt combain wit the thirst for pain...
coming at me is suicidal
like mexicans wilding out out on the cinco de mayo
like amatuers coming for the lyrical title
like 100 marksmen strapped wit dem rifles
that'll light u up like a dozen candles
making u dance to...gun shots if we have to...
leaving the corpses for the roaming vultures
say what? son, this is payback for our stolen culture
what u expect? that i wouldnt react?
that i wouldnt be back, spitting like a student wit facts?
now im here making it clear
rising above anything related to fear
im at the round table... where im able to build wit socrates and plato
dont get it twisted, my philosophy aint fake though
it arises from spirirual devices measured by lyrical tyrants
i walk amongst lyrical giants who enslaved peasants
blood sheddin... on the earth's terrain
its like seeing blood pumbing on the earth wit veins
my words give life like a vivid birth
as i dig up gems under the rigid turf
they say every minutes worth... so im livin to the maximum potential
peace to my man o skeptical, we keep it poetical
but back to the basics, my pen harasses the pages
holding captive in cages thoughts i practice in stages
my pad and pen built an intimate... ever-lasting relation
bringing life to the words that im embracing
like a child that brightens a smile like my rhymin wit style
son why u so mad? cause my vocab makes your flow wack?
i take it to levels you thought didnt exist
check this...my whole story is written in bricks
it took 20 years for my life to build the pyramids
now my skill diminishes false hopes of a lyricist
ONE