1. |
1. Just for you
02:43
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(Verse One)
This is live entertainment from the raw dealer
Vaughnilla, tossed with uh portion of DB
Evolving the calling its marvelous
all winter all winners
start finish
spark spinach
spliff by the court image
kids playing wall tennis
think vintage drink Guinness
mic menace, taking over
no money incentive
hands high so attentive
flow tight so preventive
of them wack flow pretenders
weak sauce chicken tenders
eat em up lick ya fingers
keep ya middle up for haters
sounds come in different flavors
mind right five percenter
vibe like you know its dinner
food thought I let it simmer
coded scripts the brains will listen
trippin off the cold Mckenna
soul who flipped the whole beginning
overdosed flow with skinning
wack emcees who flow is missing
talent, see the flow is different
so efficient how I balance when the bowl is tipping
slowly sippin hit the OG rolly after spitting
(Verse Two)
the minds golden im blindfolded protect ya vision
jedi mind tricks in my rhyme denote the difference
quoting legends with my brethren people rolling piffy
super spiffy in my plain clothes db dapper
im not uh rapper, im an emcee from outta Ingle
wood city of them champions you know the jingle
for my fans I travel round the globe at shows I mingle
show uh single off my latest cuz I love the people
who support the real emcees I let em know we equal
looking down upon our haters from the highest steeple…
seven years in the game, I ain’t new to this
corny ass crap rappers still spitting foolishness
when I take em out it’s on some nightmare Krueger shit
Exuberant talent on the microphone I’m doing this
I said im doing this
Who you fooling wit
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2. |
2. Go!
02:57
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(Verse One)
Young data
Base kick the raw flavor
More greater
Code what my style made of
Smart labor write now not later
Broken fingers take control of the light saber
Sight laser, pure precise with the mic razor
Buck fifty so smooth call the operator
They pick up you say wassup they like whats poppin hater
Suck it up you fucking slut you need uh doctor player
This is multilayered beats by Causmic there
Now that I said give em credit don’t be the betrayer
Welcome to my layer DATA the emcee slayer
Eat the beat bear now we cant compete fair
Speech tears each pair or emcee squared
Teach care, use precaution never blink stare
Prepare tell uh story with ink prayer
Dear god tell them devils better beware
Get violent, so beautiful
Victorious, unmovable
The indisputable champion
Running hoola hoops
Past these wack emcees
Laughing bizness as usual
Go, Go, Go
(Verse Two)
Mic Savior
Bring the soul back like de la
I might tailor up my suit like IKE TAYLOR
Ask me how to turn uh vinyl into mo paper
Give Causmic uh sample let em go sabre
This is so major, skybox, big wagers
Book of raw papers really watch me burn the pages
Went through all the changes now the flow so contagious
Logical with no container bro im just an entertainer
Or uh basic trainer, looking ya faces straining
Stop complaining lil hommie this basic is training
Never felt the pain always talking bout chu gaining
So you needa start explaining all the reasons why you saying
All the shit chu saying no excuses people waiting
Feeling anxious ain’t cha looking my goons gazing
Feel the mooding changing like you ran into some danger
Team of samurais screaming loud pure anger
Get violent, so beautiful
Victorious, unmovable
The indisputable champion
Running hoola hoops
Past these wack emcees
Laughing bizness as usual
Go, Go, Go
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3. |
3. Your position
03:18
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No stranger to hatred or pure anger
Ordinary LA pedestrian non banger
Looking for my community but they not there
Couple hommies who grew with me but chu don’t care
Stare throw ya fucking hands in the atmosphere
Walking through my city I be looking like what happened here
Imagine there sitting in the corner of the fashion square
Brown skinned nappy hair men showing underwear
(pause)
What uh tragedy it happens here
Then you got skid row the homeless people everywhere
Fiends living out of tents doing dope anywhere
5 blocks over you uh probably find a millionaire
(pause)
the shop mean dispensary
looking for the airport, take century
I learned to sell before I ever learned my history
Damn, come to think of it, it still is a mystery
hidden chapters, bad memory
so I suggest you stay away from bad energy
the news just showed uh shooting off uh Normandie
swat team got the block hot quarantine
(pause)
It’s a struggle in these ghetto streets
Everyday just to stay alive to say the least
Last week a lady asked me for a buck to eat
Hour later seen her buying crack up the street
(pause)
Finesse the Mic from a wack emcee
Couldn’t nullify the heat now he fast asleep
Eat the beat give it back to you no receipt
South LA still the central of the scrutiny
(Its for you to see)
So crazy, it saddens me I’m baffled
All these people waiting around for the same raffle
Momma say im good with the words cuz I play scrabble
Line to the end of the curb and it don’t travel
We all on the same channel
Video surveying our life through uh clear panel
Google Map relating the shot on the same gravel
Things I gotta say for ya mind to unravel
Hip hop help me tell the story
Who’s the father I dunno know you should ask Maury
Every night I hear the sirens like its mandatory
The anxiety just heightens like inflammatory
Nothing changes you won’t even listen
City tripping, people scheming, kids going missing
Say uh prayer hiphoppas time to make uh difference
Look around this LA what is your position?
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4. |
4. Don't forget it
03:25
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(Verse One)
Its an abomination
How most these rappers grab the mic be faking
Conversation, hella iffy leave you contemplating nominations
In other words they skillz is not amazing
They like synthetic herb, you won’t high, I tried to blaze em
Complications, they malfunction during combinations
They want the key but lack the concentration
They full of shit I call it constipation
Sex, women, drugs compensation
Noting less than boring conversation
Im at the cypher every Friday making
Mics rusty from the oxidation
Turn golden simple obversation
Mic controller is my occupation
Like uh weed club without the waiting
I got lots of patience
cali cadence on uh daily basis
Earning respect from all kinda faces
I grab the mic & rock a couple stages
I grab the pawn & move a couple spaces
This game of life is one of the slowest races
I had uh past until they burnt the pages
Fucking zombie agents, to any swami bet the crime be heinous
Right minds now recite life lines
Data in his prime been ahead the whole time
I memorized yours how bout chu memorize mine
You might find you looking at yourself (don’t forget it)
(Verse Two)
This monopoly, hip hop game hypocrisy
Wack emcees rhyming sloppily
Cocaine philosophies, profane
Velocities oftenly wobble the economy
Quality waiting awkwardly,
hard to see the letters embedded in the pathology
calling my desire to flawlessly lead the prophecy
sit & talk with me listen to styles I cautiously
cover like coughers courteousy
nervously haters wrongfully
smother topics that ought ta be
orally murdered horribly
surely worded poorily..
more or less the minority
forgotten lessons
stop ignoring the simple question
this is my confession
I started scratching at eleven
History & knowledge,
I learned at lot just being honest
playing vinyl records
memorizing Imani rhyming
then recite the lyrics
pharcyde in my inner spirit
like I hope ya hearing
raw sounds I use for steering
far away from evil
I see the darker forces below
the surface peep the message when I represent the stylo
Right minds now recite life lines
Data in his prime been ahead the whole time
I memorized yours how bout chu memorize mine
You might find you looking at yourself (don’t forget it)
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5. |
5. Separate and conquer
04:27
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(Verse One)
Fine mellow scent in my mind defines innocence
Lines I sniff cinnamon time revolves infinite
Miles took oh sip of the wine applaud intimate
Increments measure Impotence of the art, over instruments
Push start sentences written by broke appendages
Book smart stimulus fighting over the images
Cimarron taking uh walk, walking is limited
Borderline evil & dark, bodies & witnesses
Car parked right by court throw out the Guinness’s
Bright lights flashing afar this my genesis
Get right steady my arm my fate’s imminent
Thick fog chasing the law with life sentences
Lost in the midst my heart my arch nemesis
Throat parched started to cough up carcinogens
Quick left cut through the park, the hawks menacing
Flying overhead through the dark unmarked citizens
Thinking that ya name isn’t involved We all criminals
Frenemies faking jax silly I pray spiritual
Waiting for the moment we fall recall miracles
Every second that im alive is more lyrical
So unpredictable, like the coppers in my mirror view
I think invincible, then smash the gas into uh living room
My health is critical I ask the lord am I forgivable
the scene is silent the love he gives is unconditional
that’s when i seen two agents dressed medics talking interview
revive em at the institute, survive collect residuals
then 3 men with masks came in blazing
bullets richochet off of glass end up grazing
both phony agents, they fell but I feel painless
woke up to some smelling salts people saying i feinted
looking at my paintings they asking me what I painted
at the gallery im saying my vision is complicated
check it
Hook (2X)
too many times they accused me of wrong doings
one more time & I swear that im hawk spewing
only God knows the truth I refuse to assault human
character separate conquer is what they doing
(Verse Two)
next day, sit & rewind my time intervals
proud I spit lyrical, loud & thick centerfolds
twerking right in front of the crowd the mic cynical
soul lost & chemical unbalanced the general
public point of view is to turn up the literal
sex controlled spiritual, vex your whole physical
text so & so that her neck dissolves minerals
back seat you in lex, the bose stereo
bounced back & forth like a check with no serials
sweating the hoe cherrio, letting em go vimeo
cam cord, press the record, we so critical
fast forward life can distort your whole visual
I can tell by your rapport ya flow pitiful
Wack emcees get on the mic & spit minimal
I am not impressed with life its unlivable
The type of medicine you prescribe is not medicinal
My flow mythical, like uh dragon individual
The Flames get rid of you, when I recite my compositionals
Inciting biblical, revelations aboriginal
With every syllable I will destroy satanic rituals
That type of silly rap uh have you drowning in a swimming pool
I’ll douse you with the chemicals for sounding unoriginal
send 3 men with masks come in blazing
bullets richochet off of glass end up grazing
more phony agents, they fell but I feel painless
woke up to some smelling salts Tep-One saying I feinted
looking at my paintings they asking me what I painted
at the gallery I’m saying my vision is complicated
Hook (2X)
too many times they accused me of wrong doings
one more time & I swear that im hawk spewing
only God knows the truth I refuse to assault human
character separate conquer is what they doing
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6. |
6. I remember
03:25
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(Verse One)
Slave to the game picking samples like cotton
I remember when them bitches said my flow wasn’t popping
Now I’m back on the scene see the flow ain’t nothing
But uh whole lotta stunting wack emcees im coming
Straight for neck no respect start running
Been uh threat like curry, double-step I hurry
Eyes on the work, no surprise wake early
I remember being broke no bed real dirty
No bread I surely keep my head high worry
Free look at me kicking Dijon flurries
At the feline furry tailed female curlies
Front row looking like he keith murray
Le petite five girlies standing upright perky
I remember when them bitches said my mic wasn’t sturdy
Said my life wasn’t worthy no im back no mercy
Flipping packs like jerky
Eating tracks like percee
(Verse Two)
I remember when my rhymebook barely had thirty
Pages now I got about uh hundred full of furry
Patiently waiting my bars are my jewelry
Im shining so purely like diamonds im flexing
Rhythmical patterns adhering my lessons
Like Oh what uh blessing its hot in my session
Brody said turnt it up show em the essence
So we keep smoking & rolling the resin
Showing my presence on mics I be checking
I never feel threatened I told you I do it
Kicking that fluid my flow is like water
My tongue is a weapon I use it to slaughter
Wack emcees thinking that they shit is harder
My style has no father Im lost in the music
Shout out to C5 for starting the movement
That’s real nigga music I
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7. |
7. Dear Ruby
03:34
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Hook
Dear ruby so enticing how you move me
Poetic natural features like the science of uh movie
The way she rock to speakers wasn’t like them other groupies
Proceed to code cha name and light the doobie
Verse
Ya now rocking with dun dotta
I flip the verbs that make the verse hotter
Spitting words so absurd make it hard ta follow
Like uh cup of hot tea yea its hard to swallow
Dime piece with uh coke tryna hide the bottle
Nerd chick but fa real she look like uh model
House out in Colorado, favorite color avocado
Work hard, play hard is the daily motto
Cruising in my lane aint no need of going full throttle
At the party sipping water chilling with my teacher
Nice to meet cha mona lisa would you like ta feature
On my latest hit record, call it dear ruby
To remind me of the first time you hit the doobie
At A Capella working harder than uh typewriter
Shine the brighter than the silhouette from yours truly
Tour coolie round the world like we wed newly
Head droolie got the bed soaking wet louie
she understood my sense humor like she always knew,
& when she needed me I met her at the rendezvous
Being loyal to hip hop was her main duty
That’s why I dedicate this one to you dear ruby
Hook
Dear ruby so enticing how you move me
Poetic natural features like the science of uh movie
The way she rock to speakers wasn’t like them other groupies
Proceed to code cha name and light the doobie
Verse
Ya now rocking with the bam batta
Handy cam with tan collar,
Cuff links with the gold dollars
Switching styles like uh cage fighter
Got the crowd haywire stay wired
Wack emcees need uh stay quiet
Stay silent, before the real the emcees start fucking street riot
Peace riot in the street wilding haters keep smiling
& watch my lyrics break ya muhfucking teeth violent
Deep sighing, now ya denying, sleek spying
Tryna bite my style muhfucker keep trying
Faking ass (hoe)
icepick exit out cha cheek now ya crying
microphone cable round ya neck whos dying
keep lying let the karma heat the iron
I watch it straighten wrinkles in the brain to the ion
Please let the light in, you never know the moment when the agents are arriving
Tuning out cha spirit certain knowledge they depriving
No quick remind him, revive em with lyrics said the model right beside him
No gimmicks, kept the fire lite inside him
Delight em with talent, tell the wack emcees recite em
Eighties baby with that old school, underground
Thunder sound bringing hip hop back around
To all the critics & the haters in the background
Back down bless ya cha life, or get smacked down
Staying loyal to hip hop is my main duty
That’s why I dedicate this song to you, dear ruby
Hook
Dear ruby so enticing how you move me
Poetic natural features like the science of uh movie
The way she rock to speakers wasn’t like them other groupies
Proceed to code cha name and light the doobie
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8. |
8. No cameras
01:45
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Syntax beats knock heat laced rhythm
Look around finally found the sounds peep riddim
Keep mace wit em spray ya face eat venom
been oh kill em with the rhymes don’t steal em
at your show ill expose wack emcees no feelings
simple mathematics help me paint the vector image
Yorkshire village on the porch playing cribbage
In my modern mind attire kicking fire stacking shillings
Satire full uh flat tire 9 innings
Wooden Louisville slugger get mouth wired stealing
Rhymes I design thru divine intuition
Spitting rhyme after rhyme, trying to find new positions
Its all superstition, like who the fuck said that
Sped back lyrics knock the helmet off ya chinstrap
Then rap
Emceeing over prostitutes
I support the real emcees
Defeating all they obstacles
Achieving the impossible
Smack another cover artist claiming he unstoppable
Cutta to ya throat you needa show me who responsible
Bare knuckle box em til he bleeding begging optional
Offenses from the hospital,(umm)
Funny I find it very comical
To see another wack emcees expire on the microphone
Phenomenal lyrics got cha hands high optimal
stretching your abdominals
The competition maluable
Watered down flows got cha rhyme scheme soluble
Meanwhile, data kick the ill skill valuable
No calipers, energy in motion when I flow good stamina
Ya flow too amateur, no cameras
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9. |
9. So what!
02:38
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Touchdown we in LA
My birth spot that’s Inglewood
Where niggas bang at them bus stops
And we always up ta no good
Like, Monday through Sunday, them helicopters by POE-STOOD!
& them one timers keep killing niggas but my niggas riding like so what
Chilling wit wavy my brody
We listen to beats while we smoking & sipping
Niggas be sleep on my freestyle you see bro I load it wit live ammunition
See most of these haters & wack emcees always be talking but they do not listen
Bro I don’t be tripping, I roll up the sticky cuz honestly they don’t know different
From the homegrown
To the hydro
Or the greenhouse
I ain’t finished
That’s Billie Holliday
Louie Armstrong, Marva Whittney
I ain’t finished
That’s pharcyde
Rhythmilism
LOX
I ain’t finished
Hip-Hop uh never be finished
Don’t’ stop bro handle yo business
Touchdown we in LA
My birth spot that’s Inglewood
Where niggas bang at them bus stops
And we always up ta no good
Like, Monday through Sunday, them helicopters by POE-STOOD!
& them one timers keep killing niggas but my niggas riding like so what
Chilling wit wavy my brody
We listen to beats while we smoking & sipping
Niggas be sleep on my freestyle you see bro I load it wit live ammunition
See most of these haters & wack emcees always be talking but they do not listen
Bro I don’t be tripping, I roll up the sticky cuz honestly they don’t know different
From the homegrown
To the hydro
Or the greenhouse
I ain’t finished
That’s Billie Holliday
Louie Armstrong, Marva Whittney
I ain’t finished
That’s pharcyde
Rhythmilism
LOX
I ain’t finished
Hip-Hop uh never be finished
Don’t’ stop bro handle yo business
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10. |
10. André
02:29
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Cali grammer
No antenna
Money out the slammer
Raise ya hammer
The cabana popping like uh manor
Fronting on my colors
ma I see you getter tanner
twerking with no manners
looking back talking Spanish
don’t know what the plan is
check the mic make it vanish
skills never banish
give her something she could manage
real mc lavish fuck the money or the status (I say)
real mc lavish fuck the money you can have it
young data deal with more haters than uh Raider fan on Sunday
cuz the raw flavor make the salt shakers do the same thang Monday
My plane landing no runway
Been uh game changer like Rondae (RON-DAY)
Will I quit blazing? Yea one day
But I stay sipping on André
Cali grammer
No antenna
Money out the slammer
Raise ya hammer
The cabana popping like uh manor
Fronting on my colors
ma I see you getter tanner
twerking with no manners
looking back talking Spanish
don’t know what the plan is
check the mic make it vanish
skills never banish
give her something she could manage
real mc lavish fuck the money or the status (I say)
real mc lavish fuck the money you can have it
young data deal with more haters than uh Raider fan on Sunday
cuz the raw flavor make the salt shakers do the same thang Monday
My plane landing no runway
Been uh game changer like Rondae
Will I quit blazing? Yea one day
But I stay sipping on André
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11. |
11. Going insane
03:53
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I ain’t never had no money but this life blessing
Waking early every morning to the sun im stretching
Dj grumble on the stereo the vibes im catching
No need for guns im killing wack emcees without uh weapon
Im 25 I graduated college now im working
For myself because that 9 ta 5 shit had me hurting
Looking in the mirror everyday I told myself i
Got ta get it, no excuses, writing daily, may I
Tell you bout uh little journey not concerning
The earnings inside my wallet, my story about the knowledge
And problems I don’t know how to, escape
Writing emotions on paper I find it hard to relate
Sometimes I feel like a burden in life some sorta mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….
Frienemies acting like they know me
Who are you? You are not the hommie
Inner-city, Inglewood bro I get respected
so when you see me better come protected
and yea im talking bout cha spiritual
god son in the booth im writing miracles
I take my time to write the rhyme because im lyrical
Quality control my rhyme align every syllable
Cortana versus serie
All the new technology I swear makes me weary
Really,
I just wanna sit outside ill be alright
Ill chill and write uh million before I run the city
In the final hour nothing pretty
I ran uh hundred miles around my city
Everywhere I go they treat me shitty
But I could give two fucks I don’t need pity
Cuz I be showing love to everybody
Grew uh pound I broke it down, & smoked with everybody
You new in town, you foolish clown, I thought you knew somebody
But truly, you ain’t never knew the lyric ladi dadi
Call me uh burden, mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….
ya lyrics they ain’t even help me bro
its slacking inner passion & its lacking spiritual
I even memorized it front back, you wack emcees
Just lack uh certain accuracy, I rap with the tenacity
And talent painting masterpieces, you should ask the people
Ya boy from Ingle, fighting evil, when I drop single,
Check the stylo, mathematic grammer hot as gyros
Cold as zero smoking wack emcees like cigarillos
Honestly international recognition,
Im soulful and patient wishing
A piece of ya heart would listen
to the sounds of oral tradition
basic I math be kicking
flip the style like addition
keep smile in the kitchen, cooking up soul for the mission
in control of my vision, give you the soul that chu missing
all around colored people in the struggle, working double
steady hurting, so uncertain, in a bubble no more troubles…
count cha blessings, learn ya lessons, some are subtle
this is live entertainment buddy, I do it for GOD,
Oh my GOD, on my job, So I Don’t follow facades…but
Call me uh burden, mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….
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12. |
12. Organic and kosher
05:24
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Frequencies from that solar
Every we older, These lines are forever
Organic & kosher
I.D. in my wallet face pic im not sober
Php in my jargon, shouts to my coders
Shouts out to my soldiers
Real emcees we stay ready
Rolling up at yo venue
The microphone is getting heavy
The microphone is getting heavy
turntables unsteady
Hip hop in my spirit,
dope beats in my telly
spacesuit we get lifted
interplanetary
solar flares keep drifting
but its okay don’t be scary
“when it comes to spiting ridiculous
Really we kicking the illest articulate
patterns meticulous
rather magnificent
matter indicative
of my predicament
listen
wack emcees lacking uh passionate vision
practice proceed to enhance your precision
lamping & chilling while stacking & feeling
like lyrics im spitting you not even hearing
real emcee kicking been raw from beginning
patiently waiting my status was pending
thought I was losing but really im winning
my lyrics be leaving you woozy and spinning
so focus
turnt up really im focused
pour mo henny im focused
Causmic beats be the dopest
Now hold this, while i
Focus, if you will notice
This is my talent im truly devoted
If you got herbal you prolly should roll it
Pull out cha lighter we bout to get loaded
Bro say I’m ripping these flows every moment
Effortless bars on the track and they watching
Extremely close so they see the components
Leaving my haters with no other option
to see when im dropping the album its popping
im bout to go shopping and buy me a dozen of beats for my project
and label it logic
so listen to styles that I polished
I sprinkle & garnish
With flavor
flavor
They told me to write it on paper
paper
Now that’s major
Caking
haters
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13. |
13. The City
02:39
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Late night bout to take uh ride
Through the city on the westside
Call the hommies it ain’t no surprise
RIP to my niggas like
All the years & the sacrifice
Pray we make it to the afterlife
Try to maximize
Your potential
No more trippin right, just survive
On the mission to position life
Independent hommie realize
That we kings lemme emphasize
Evil forces try to improvise,
Little voices talking suicide, you decide
On the choices, like uh man provide
While ya hands untied, by ya side
Find the guide to ya paradise
Getting high hommie testify
Feel the vibe, bless-ED you & I
One time for my lady for right
Living legend lemme step aside
Sent from heaven better recognize
This is exercise
(For the mind never jeopardize
Simple times sit an visualize
Try an memorize
Real hip hop verbalize
Hands creeping down her waist to her backside
Right, right, right
……
Cold chilling
Dope dealing
People looking numb like they lost all feeling
Yet we fall kneeling
Pray to god lord willin
Cause it all goes down in the city
Kicking raps in the ghetto
Take uh pull from herb inhale then I let go
From the head slow, one time for ya mind let it echo
Lines that are special
Mind influential
So sentimental
Its not accidental
The way I assemble
Rhymes that are gentle
Flow deferential
Cali residential
Growth exponential
Looking out the window
Hell what I been through
To hell where they send you
Excel I continue
We live at the venue (ohh, whats that)
You smelling the menu
food for ya mental
Kitchen on stage cooking food that I’m into
I kick elemental
Old- school patterns 89 what it is ohh
Westside chilling too
Shouts out lets go
Whole world feeling who?
(2X)
Cold chilling
Dope dealing
People looking numb like they lost all feeling
Yet we fall kneeling
Pray to god lord willin
Cause it all goes down in the city
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14. |
14. Finesse the Mic
04:16
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(Verse One)
I be the microphone finesser
Number one aggressor
Known for kicking rhythms
People call me the professor
Watch me freak it like the mecca
one two checker
microphone wrecker
flipped the style like uh wrestler
And Im Young educated
Healthy im elated
Under estimated
Though highly anticipated
Mathematical artsy
Often demonstrated
By this kid from cali rippin it flipping the cali cadence
Listen,
Since uh youth I been knocking special edition
Vinyls that were given to me, my father was driven
Crazy off the wall cuz his child was seeing the visions
Of being uh emcee my journey was true & living
I don’t make Decisions I make incisions relentless
You don’t have to ask
bro you know that my heart is in this
start to finish I start to finish you wack pretenders
ain’t no competition im looking for new contenders
finesse the mic (2X)
right
(repeat twice)
(Verse Two)
Utilizing elements elegant
Never settling pedaling
& I’m peddling jazz rhythms
& melodies artist before
Seventies hitting harder than felonies
Inspiration for patterns I use em for daily therapy
….
Healing my inner spiritual being
From daily hate I be seeing
Foreseeing life as a being
With ideas & freedom
To work, connect the people
Alert, deter the evil
Its all part of my stylo
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Crate diggin, put the vinyl underneath the needle
Rock the scientific mathematics wild lethal
High percentage shot taking aim from the free throw
Your life & my life come on bro no equal
Finito don’t think so, I float like an eagle
My flow type is lethal, im so hype im negro
Im Black like my people but brown like the soil
For that right, im loyal to hip hop rejoicing
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