Obiwan
DREWKABOOM
All rappers do is run they mouth
All New York do is blame the style change on the south
South paw when the pivot
Grounded into crow pose.
Skinny a bean pole, I know.
Rap stay talking bout bringing it back.
Put the whole neighborhood on the map.
How that work when you're from same place where Busta from
How Imma tell the day ones imma owe them one
Obi wan manipulate the vital force
And then we meditate.
Sit by fire with the folk and demonstrate
Ways to bring life instead of take it
Happiness love and honor go underrated
Levitation happens when the cool breeze from the clouds be beside me.
I’m flying man
I don’t give a pigeon nor eagle shit
Reality is what you make
Love is everything
We’re made of literally
Words be artillery
They killed the marathon man
To jog your memories
Passed the days of wanting to rip a rapper face off like bath salts.
Thoughts break asphalt.
Jack hammer grammar
With my grandmama coming outta Woolworth
On Main Street
This is not a day dream.
This Chuck D going war w the mainstream
This is not a PSA it's in my DNA
To be a monster.
No, not a mobster.
Son of a humble man.
Who sings like Marley gang
Yo slow it down a bit
No I can't
I am the flash mob in the mall jackin North faces
Many gods formed many mountains
While they deployed more starships
This is not a day dream.
This Chuck D going war w the mainstream
This is not a PSA it's in my DNA
To be a monster.
No not like Frankenstein
More like Godzilla
Dilla in the dashboard
Bout to go magilla in a sec bro
Any second lines those can intersect
There’s the excaliber is
Xaviers Cerebro
Define beastmode.
This is not a day dream.
This Chuck D going war w the mainstream
This is not a PSA it's in my DNA
To be a monster.
No not like Frankenstein
More like Godzilla
I am not a blind man
I just got new shades and
Rock a rhythm like poltergeist w the sconce.
Green glow like OZ
Thoth told you everything
Then Nas.
It was written w big john
Bare arms
w an arsenal
Fit for a Jedi
Bout go to AZ
that’s Tattootine on a red eye
Then off to California to see my sister.
My styles off the rictor
My niggas call me mister
‘Scenario Busta Rhymes cut’