I am sick of Emcees with lines with two packs
Walking around bare chest feeling they’re Tupac
Branding there bellies with cheep tattoo imitating Tupac
They need to know they can’t be him or even close to him
I am legend in this I can educate and maybe draw you close
I don’t even understand why I am employed as a slave
I can be a king by my own standards, just do rhymes to standards
Even at the moment, I am way above standards
I am the only one with a shadow in the dark.
Smoke a soaking wet cigarette, make fire in the rain.
Shows you how ill I am and I don’t even need a doctor to second that
Note this is not a blasphemy but shows you I lite up the mic
These wannabe Emcees from the west way down here in town
You need some life lessons how to spit rhymes good.
I am like the rainbow I color the hip hop culture
I bring hope of at least there is someone who can educate
This is not some history class, but current affairs class
Great for your health just like milk from a glass
I am brand new even tho’ I have been here for long
Newer than the referendum talk in the town.
Monday, July 19, 2010
inteligent wordings...
am more hardcore, not hard because my chest is big
No, I hard for I flow solid, I should fit in the 8.4.4 system
To me I hold so many futures in my hand you see,
I still got no kids to train but some call me father
On the mic I am more of a teacher, I educated
And eliminate the ignorance in your brains
I am y not be spiritual but I give God thanks for the skill
The zeal is blazing its burning up tracks and instrumentals
Please I do that any day I leave people all going mental
More so to the weak at rhymes, the faint Emcees
I don’t need to sag my jeans and show you how hard I am
I don’t need to be on a heavy buggy top to claim hip hop
To me its culture I live, open your eyes and realize
Keep them wide up and away and visualize
This comes to your ears keep them open to listen
To sounds of knowledge, this is an intelligent knowledge
You don’t need to be in a class to understand this
It comes free and makes a pick just like the prophets
I am the chosen one and listen to this, I flame for this is a lifestyle.
No, I hard for I flow solid, I should fit in the 8.4.4 system
To me I hold so many futures in my hand you see,
I still got no kids to train but some call me father
On the mic I am more of a teacher, I educated
And eliminate the ignorance in your brains
I am y not be spiritual but I give God thanks for the skill
The zeal is blazing its burning up tracks and instrumentals
Please I do that any day I leave people all going mental
More so to the weak at rhymes, the faint Emcees
I don’t need to sag my jeans and show you how hard I am
I don’t need to be on a heavy buggy top to claim hip hop
To me its culture I live, open your eyes and realize
Keep them wide up and away and visualize
This comes to your ears keep them open to listen
To sounds of knowledge, this is an intelligent knowledge
You don’t need to be in a class to understand this
It comes free and makes a pick just like the prophets
I am the chosen one and listen to this, I flame for this is a lifestyle.
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