(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)
credits
from Finesse the Mic,
released December 25, 2015
Prod. by TEP-ONE
Ol' Burger Beats produced this lovely folk-jazz album, the first ever recording from his father Hans Peter Neergård. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2023