Prolific_1011
06-27-06, 11:22 PM
a cloud of smoke symbolizes my last hope
to maintain, reign like cas-tro, my fitted hat low
i went from from savage to pacifist,
from average... to the catalyst that lifted the masses
to freedom, wisdom is spoken by the william wallaces
while others blow fog from smoking canabis wit the oldest arab men
who rock turbans hoping for an urban mass effect
for the purpose of cashing in...on fear from evil-worship practices
dont make me mad again, my flow's crazy passionate
like thugs practicing, escos love for drug trafficking
i fathered lyrical activists who keep you panicking
like shackeled africans walking along underground passages
human torture got the earth weeping but im not having it
i won't rest till i see a dark pope in the vatican
no need... to smoke weed, i keep the mind clear to proceed
never stagnant, im rappin till the pen is able to climax
busting ink on the paper, deep breath before im back on the right track
to compose... like a genius taken serious for poems
you the air beneath a fiends nose, a victim to the poison he chose
look into my pupils, the haze, an array of grey
like hair from the elder, life is helter-skelter
all i need is food and a shelter, some room for my health son
i seen beauty, books and kufis on the dome of the most ritcheous souls,
my letters are signed yours truly..."the king who reigns on giant thrones"
sincerely yours, the god father, mic stalker, cups filled wit ice and vodka...
i sip, as the drift of the wind uplifts the lyrical monster
like kevin costner...i do it for the love of the game
dripping endless sweat, tears and the blood in my veins
my life story is a trilogy...from birth to death
physically, my pen will move till it deserves to rest
they accuse me of deception, eyes wide awake, never rested
hip hop? i rep this cause i'm poetically tested,
mental conception...fertilizing the pen and pads connection
breeding what is eternal, a rehearsal of spoken inferno
causing your emotions to burn slow like roses in the worst cold
afrocentric, electic stories, dont tell it for me
street novelist can depict the road to my predestined glory
i got my own atrributes, overcoming the highest latitude
my gratitude goes out to my fam and cousins
pain...how can i trust it, it made me to change for the public
i read a history book, i thought it was real but it wasn't
just lies from indigenous minds, tryna control ghetto corners
peace to young warriors, future doctors and lawyers
keep ya head up...in regards to...the young and powerful
who be oblivious to borders and won't challenge the impossible
under the full moon i move wit the wolves
my truth is divided in two never blinded by youth
son i just wanna be free, live life on a vertical degree
rising, enterprising wit money stacks... larger than giants
you need guidence from cats smarter than science
cause your futures darker than mine is
one
to maintain, reign like cas-tro, my fitted hat low
i went from from savage to pacifist,
from average... to the catalyst that lifted the masses
to freedom, wisdom is spoken by the william wallaces
while others blow fog from smoking canabis wit the oldest arab men
who rock turbans hoping for an urban mass effect
for the purpose of cashing in...on fear from evil-worship practices
dont make me mad again, my flow's crazy passionate
like thugs practicing, escos love for drug trafficking
i fathered lyrical activists who keep you panicking
like shackeled africans walking along underground passages
human torture got the earth weeping but im not having it
i won't rest till i see a dark pope in the vatican
no need... to smoke weed, i keep the mind clear to proceed
never stagnant, im rappin till the pen is able to climax
busting ink on the paper, deep breath before im back on the right track
to compose... like a genius taken serious for poems
you the air beneath a fiends nose, a victim to the poison he chose
look into my pupils, the haze, an array of grey
like hair from the elder, life is helter-skelter
all i need is food and a shelter, some room for my health son
i seen beauty, books and kufis on the dome of the most ritcheous souls,
my letters are signed yours truly..."the king who reigns on giant thrones"
sincerely yours, the god father, mic stalker, cups filled wit ice and vodka...
i sip, as the drift of the wind uplifts the lyrical monster
like kevin costner...i do it for the love of the game
dripping endless sweat, tears and the blood in my veins
my life story is a trilogy...from birth to death
physically, my pen will move till it deserves to rest
they accuse me of deception, eyes wide awake, never rested
hip hop? i rep this cause i'm poetically tested,
mental conception...fertilizing the pen and pads connection
breeding what is eternal, a rehearsal of spoken inferno
causing your emotions to burn slow like roses in the worst cold
afrocentric, electic stories, dont tell it for me
street novelist can depict the road to my predestined glory
i got my own atrributes, overcoming the highest latitude
my gratitude goes out to my fam and cousins
pain...how can i trust it, it made me to change for the public
i read a history book, i thought it was real but it wasn't
just lies from indigenous minds, tryna control ghetto corners
peace to young warriors, future doctors and lawyers
keep ya head up...in regards to...the young and powerful
who be oblivious to borders and won't challenge the impossible
under the full moon i move wit the wolves
my truth is divided in two never blinded by youth
son i just wanna be free, live life on a vertical degree
rising, enterprising wit money stacks... larger than giants
you need guidence from cats smarter than science
cause your futures darker than mine is
one