Prolific_1011
10-29-06, 12:59 AM
i kick back in the oval office
feeling lost, like birds that flow through projects
at the table, im able to toast for hip hop
so i master the flow,
grow like attack of the clones,
strapped wit a chrome,
from lincoln to jfk...who was popped in the back of the dome
tragedy... molds the sanity of politcal strategies
peace to our soldiers, but god forbid they drafting me
its a thin red line between fanatics and supporters of jesus
im a leader, take no orders...holy water is ether
for devils, in my seldom sleep...
i felt them reach, so i spit knowledge that repells the beef
just another story i wrote when i felt the beat
a look in your eyes and i could tell who's weak
the dumb feel they could push the lazy,
but im crazy, more than rumslfed, bush and cheney
the future is near and i trust in our babies
wishing they shared the parents that raised me
the beat drops, like ice on my wrist watch...
frozen time depicts the rhymes of an open mind
i take it to different levels, the ghetto wit broken signs
i pass through, where bills are past due, i say hello
spray pesos...at the poor, provide the keys to the door
so they achieve to be more...
than the dearly departed
from the moment it started
make sure my pencil is sharpened...
slick wit the gift like al sharptons...
hair, 4O cal squadrons...prepared
line em' up...republicans size em' up
turn the mic up, i spit lighters where fire rises from
minus drugs, im addicted to writing stuff
over dosing...on poetical potions
is spit notions, motions of slaves surfing on waves...
moving graves in the ocean, once opened by moses
ima burn andrew jacksons,
affirmative action, ima sign whatever law passes
then blame castro for chemical gases
i walk on the white house lawn and burn the family bushes...
get it...i discoverd what the essence of truth is....
i deaded the questions that threaten my lessons
from conservative to radical,
on the capital, i tell bush...i aint mad at you
hate is wasted energy,
a mic and a voice is the basic recipe
through the eyes of a patients legacy...
an angel described what ive changed too
from the darkness of clouds to colorful rainbows
my only chance to stop the rain though...
was to chase the place of unlimited faith
a slow pace wins the race wit militant grace
ONE
feeling lost, like birds that flow through projects
at the table, im able to toast for hip hop
so i master the flow,
grow like attack of the clones,
strapped wit a chrome,
from lincoln to jfk...who was popped in the back of the dome
tragedy... molds the sanity of politcal strategies
peace to our soldiers, but god forbid they drafting me
its a thin red line between fanatics and supporters of jesus
im a leader, take no orders...holy water is ether
for devils, in my seldom sleep...
i felt them reach, so i spit knowledge that repells the beef
just another story i wrote when i felt the beat
a look in your eyes and i could tell who's weak
the dumb feel they could push the lazy,
but im crazy, more than rumslfed, bush and cheney
the future is near and i trust in our babies
wishing they shared the parents that raised me
the beat drops, like ice on my wrist watch...
frozen time depicts the rhymes of an open mind
i take it to different levels, the ghetto wit broken signs
i pass through, where bills are past due, i say hello
spray pesos...at the poor, provide the keys to the door
so they achieve to be more...
than the dearly departed
from the moment it started
make sure my pencil is sharpened...
slick wit the gift like al sharptons...
hair, 4O cal squadrons...prepared
line em' up...republicans size em' up
turn the mic up, i spit lighters where fire rises from
minus drugs, im addicted to writing stuff
over dosing...on poetical potions
is spit notions, motions of slaves surfing on waves...
moving graves in the ocean, once opened by moses
ima burn andrew jacksons,
affirmative action, ima sign whatever law passes
then blame castro for chemical gases
i walk on the white house lawn and burn the family bushes...
get it...i discoverd what the essence of truth is....
i deaded the questions that threaten my lessons
from conservative to radical,
on the capital, i tell bush...i aint mad at you
hate is wasted energy,
a mic and a voice is the basic recipe
through the eyes of a patients legacy...
an angel described what ive changed too
from the darkness of clouds to colorful rainbows
my only chance to stop the rain though...
was to chase the place of unlimited faith
a slow pace wins the race wit militant grace
ONE