Letras
It? s like Farrakahn say,--a new thing is happening today.
It? s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain? t got-ta pay.
But the ancients stress patience. The agent knowledge ancients.
If I take my time, what can I can? t spit
don't exist. The moment bliss, myself and I kiss,
you know it? s bonafide, certified hotness
from the muthafreakin? Major Deegan
to the 5 Interstate. Mildly penetrate, like the Khalua
place the homogenized. To bass I philosophize.
Grace the demonic guys and space. I'm outta dodge.
My interests include flow, love and war.
The hip championship I'm thuggin? for.
So take the flyest rook? s rhyme book like a leak
and freak. Page 43: the Jet Beauty of the Speak.
Now I don't really know but some city said
the grand came through, left this kid mic for dead.
Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim
What up star? Word to Kenneth, we ain? t in the same.
You better off spectatin?, speculatin? the aim.
Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked
on some extra-next-texturized imagery stock.
Inspired by only the desire to be
the Mega-Interworld poster man-child for emcee.
Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim-
Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin? wit mayhem slim
If this ain? t ill, dub don't commence wit the drum fill
and it don't take a late night to make it tight.
Willie bigger than a Billy Squier beat but comprehends
none of what I speak.
Him see-through cuz him pretend.
Now I don't really know but some city said
the grand came through, left this kid mic for dead.
From the front page of Final Call, "Genocide"bellowed.
They ain? t understand this kid mic was made of metal.
I jetted though, runnin? for good credit of course
cuz rap shit own my life since James Brown was the source.
And girls act stupidly when I be spillin? em
text --like they chest was silicon and I was feelin? em.
But they numb, dumb in the skull as I be cold getting