Lyrics, production, recording and mixing all done by me.
just some bars
As long as my ride or die got me in her top 5
Never sweat another rye
5ths plead I won't comply
This MC would seek synergy
Yet few can measure to validity
Of course you'll remember
Don't blame the biters
A true mc attracts mimicry
Yet when they try to spit my lines
They learn my rhymes rip jaws
They should've stayed pushing my rickshaw
Lick the balls
As slick rick composed
After one bar You'll know bring me for the rituals
Never flip for the cause
Not everyone can stand in my synagogue
Bar for bar ain't up to par
Beyond raw
I cause shakes in a martyr
Never can withstand the quakes of God’s plan
No northern owl could ride the currents I produce
Any pot holes in my lawn tell em better do like Perdue
MLA citation better not be loose
Never be squeezed for juice
Even as a recluse
Cut piano strings
Test me to push for a key
Tactics tantric roll rampart
Trying to find if I was defined as Astro or atlas
Man is malice
Taught to never break the callus
But erupt in your palace.
No of you worth the rent in my temple beyond your goal level
The synagogue law
Bans your simple plans
With an outreaches hand
My Monastery
Truth seen scary
Parries if you ain’t ready
Results may vary
Walking talking cathedral
Aiming to poke a peak
Sight higher than an eagle
Many gossip and peek
Ignoring as I’m reading Hebrews
Sought Sanctuary
So help others that do too
Know they sought to tear me
Pierce and bury me
Bastarded how they air me
But I know who carry
I am the Church
Gargoyle perched
Goliath I while
Hudson to my ear and right hand to Brooklyn
Never shooken
The Alter never faultier
They plot to wrap my larynx with the haulter
Or have me jump from the Rock of Gibraltar
Same tribe as Geronimo
My honor flow like the blood
Prayer in pilgrimage till
Shrine of divine made though the flesh
Exemplify the rectified
Excellent in the masters' eyes
I’m leagues above these teens
Too concerned with material things
Vanity and coping in skinny jeans
Instead of skill to be pristine
Forever be seen with the eye speaking “you don’t wanna tango with me”
I walk a different gravity
You couldn’t tell me God doesn’t speak to me
The easel combat past defeated evils
Easily
Proclaim deeper
I’m Not the run of the mill
Wait
I mean my Apache grandmother worked the mines
So I ain’t letting the mil run me
I rather run the mil down till they admit the uranium killed my people and they always knew it was never safe
We too many leagues apart to grasp now let me tend to my grapes
This AZ sun beat replenish and banish me
Cause my melanin to gleam but can stroke
My mind out more than I’m already gone.
So while you all spit abcs
I'm DEF like the right side of the plane
Rook or King
I ain't impressed with your Heinz lines
I get it you said ketchup in time
But catch up in time
Because that's not Raw any More More
Yes I will be kicking in your door door
Incase you didn't know
Rip Sean P
With styles and styles I kick
You can't cure this sick
But if you wanna stand behind those who don't have any rhymes
Just hiding behind beats
Then...stand over there
While I've been studying saffirr
Fan of hobo & heiro
So you need three eyes to see me wise
Remember the days of pbs zoom zoom
You might recognize me I was always the illest in the room
Even before I emerged out the cocoon
Called a bafoon
Spitting straight doom
As if dumile hired
Imma be an MC till KRS retire
Never stress the fire
Even your white girl say I spit so neaty
Man Tell the waiter I need my ziti cheesy
Flow so dope but dudes looking at me crazy
As if I was speaking graffiti
Ain't granting no wishes I not your genie
Or puppet, but my rhyming you'll love it
And to those rappers gentrifying an art
Like they gentrify my hood
I'll make sure to tear down your crib
But this time for good!
As long as my ride or die got me in her top 5
Never sweat another rye
5ths plead I won't comply
