Buddah MAC
06-29-06, 03:36 AM
addictive dope beat pumpin' veins, so call it vanity
mirror can't match my image, so how you plan to be
castin' shadows in my shine, lose tactile sanity?
my piss iller than your spit, so just abandon the
idea you're competin', throne my seat in boardroom meetings
eating off who I'm defeatin' and bring your freak in on the weekends
sound leakin' and you tweakin', fix seekin', seen the peak 'n'
never get as high as I, so let the treatment begin
methadone poems thrown to ween off the populous
as the clones have grown since Tariq was droppin' this
mic chrome to your dome, ain't no shots poppin', it's
the hill's king on top of this, Kal El in this Metropolis
stoppin' this flow like your hand holding an ocean back
if yall set to snap, son, where your emotion at?
workin' off the notion that we equal in devotion, cat
you feelin' yourself enough I'mma ask you put that lotion back
sick to death of the ads compliling today's verses
take out all the brand names, all you got is curses
need to reverse this, staple shut pursed lips
as your material worth left your material worthless
first fist in the air, they checkin' for a watch now
try to take 'em there, they checkin' for a Watchtower
just sit there and stare at a BET blinding them
fully prepared for the role that's assigning them
rewinding men to when this art had a voice heard
hit the club and got bent, but still had the word
now treated as foreign tounge, visions of soaring young
brought back to earth, bottle tilted and pouring done
when docs declare she's back to stable, put your money on the tables
but if that's what everybody doing then the DJ ain't able
to have the needle sink in, so the high ain't even hittin'
why my vocals omnipresent, as I ain't ever quittin'
this awoken soul spoken completing the beat broken
all schools I'm evoking, even the next semester choking
off noise pollution we leaving them, no time for grieving them
cuz, all things even and, gotta say, I believe in them
mirror can't match my image, so how you plan to be
castin' shadows in my shine, lose tactile sanity?
my piss iller than your spit, so just abandon the
idea you're competin', throne my seat in boardroom meetings
eating off who I'm defeatin' and bring your freak in on the weekends
sound leakin' and you tweakin', fix seekin', seen the peak 'n'
never get as high as I, so let the treatment begin
methadone poems thrown to ween off the populous
as the clones have grown since Tariq was droppin' this
mic chrome to your dome, ain't no shots poppin', it's
the hill's king on top of this, Kal El in this Metropolis
stoppin' this flow like your hand holding an ocean back
if yall set to snap, son, where your emotion at?
workin' off the notion that we equal in devotion, cat
you feelin' yourself enough I'mma ask you put that lotion back
sick to death of the ads compliling today's verses
take out all the brand names, all you got is curses
need to reverse this, staple shut pursed lips
as your material worth left your material worthless
first fist in the air, they checkin' for a watch now
try to take 'em there, they checkin' for a Watchtower
just sit there and stare at a BET blinding them
fully prepared for the role that's assigning them
rewinding men to when this art had a voice heard
hit the club and got bent, but still had the word
now treated as foreign tounge, visions of soaring young
brought back to earth, bottle tilted and pouring done
when docs declare she's back to stable, put your money on the tables
but if that's what everybody doing then the DJ ain't able
to have the needle sink in, so the high ain't even hittin'
why my vocals omnipresent, as I ain't ever quittin'
this awoken soul spoken completing the beat broken
all schools I'm evoking, even the next semester choking
off noise pollution we leaving them, no time for grieving them
cuz, all things even and, gotta say, I believe in them