Degrees

I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em

Peel onions bake pies we brick oven

Taught game home schooled by old gunners

Black Gods, Ansars and road runners

Slugs and prayer rugs know Halal Haram

The Mosque Qu'Ran dons the cons I know 'em all

The laws of power know the god's degree

The B's the C's, D's and the triple O.G.'s

I was raised on the blocks where the rocks got chipped off

Lift off when the flame hit the glass pipe

Flash ice get your head taken clean off

Seem soft fuck around get your lunch took

Crooks I ran with em still I stand with 'em

Hoes we expose and of course I ran in 'em

A man of honor certain code I would die for

The hawks out lickin' shots like July 4th

Would fry for all my niggas 'fore I point fingers

Before I turn state before I start singing

My acapellas is Rockefeller they worth gold

Hold scriptures in my cerebellum

The book of Eli in Levi's my Timbs unlaced

My LP's LBs my pen push weight

The Don Cornel Superfly Ron O'Neal

This is high science I record in a lab coat

My dope digital streamed and download

I came to conquer and i'm sponsored by a gunshot

Bang bang the chain hang and charm glow

Like King Tut and my mind's like a BRINKS truck

And every night's like a highlight reel

I'm where the cameras at out in Dubai riding camelback

This for Miramax made for the big screen

My lines measured weighed on a triple beam

Narcotic see me stunting on the red carpet

Narcs watch keep the funds untraced

With God's grace manipulate sounds and shapes

With the cadence of a razor blade cuttin' through flake, Now bag up

Uh, alongside the young God we call him

R-A-S-H double E D

When one's done the other's in snipe mode kill shot

With the venom top hand designed for extreme

Long range operations bussin's my occupation

Verbal carnage step up to either step to the challenge

Or back down, bow or pay homage

Talkin' literal or physical word for word

verbatim no denyin' this fly shit for your fitted picture

Mitchell & Ness along side Stall & Dean

Parading through these streets like the Gras in New Orleans

Back biters have a whole lot to say till you confront 'em

When I ask what's the problem tough stares turn to

Soft looks brings out the other side of Mush

Flashbacks with the hoodie on committing a juxx

Yeah my past inequities I consider human rights violations

When I dwell back fast forward 23 years later

They calling me an unsung rap icon

But them titles I ignore 'em

Beginning In '85 when I first heard The Show

By the Get Fresh Crew decided this is where my path goes

Green lit by the Kane far as rap goes

Cadence rhythm technique came natural

Landscapes of NY became my canvas

For me to paint pictures evoke scripture cult following

Like the flick Pulp Fiction the syllables

My name spell out gives you a detailed description

Involves mind body and spirit What you hear and what you

seeing in the flesh Is true to form It's no smoke and mirrors

If you confused take a sec to clear your head and get your bearings

The VVS1 thoughts I magnify clarity

and higher grade narratives another format

Elite status wove by the silk fabric

When that mic clicked on I get belligerent magnifico

A modern day initiatives to make sure

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