Yo, This shit right here.
Yo, What the deal?
Unlocking the third seal.
Five elements combined in one *feel*
One way of living through my days on the maps
so I chose to spend time writing these raw raps.
*Washed* with the ill technique,
communicating the message in times when I speak,
Not quite the type to hide the elite,
this is underdog music for my hip hop peeps.
Yo we've all seen things,
I just spit what I've seen to what the beat brings.
Call this shit strange when you ain't really thought of it,
is it matter over mind or is it actually the opposite?
Hello, I've come to stem the tide,
a brought all of my niggas along for the ride,
From odyssey to space in the search of something major,
gathering data from all sides of the equator.
Damn nigga, fuckin' i-n-g nigga, speakin' to this fella who was eyeing me,
And it's funny how we 'peared *in his gaze* low key,
I guess there is really no one to what the third eye see.
Niggas want to mash for the cash and the jewelry,
but it aint about where the stash of ice and ** be,
Ima put it out there in case it's a eulogy,
I aint tryin to be a rapper I'm tryin to MC.
Yo, there is simply to competition,
you don't stand a chance in this game like I'm Richard Nixon,
Lyrical friction, mankind's clock is tickin,
my nigga grab your shit and it's *?* time is risen aaaand,
Yo, I hear a beat and go ape shit,
when I grab the microphone I transform, shapeshift,
mastering the art handed to me by the ancients, secrets of the universe *?* patience.
If you wanna hang with the set,
you gotta understand if the plan is to get,
the rare wares rollin for this revolution shit
and if you are thinking it's now time then you're really confusing it.
So here's the situation,
I gotta make this music cause I feel the inspiration,
There aint no doubt in my mind, in my head **?** vagrant.
Who know what the ultimate flow can achieve,
who wrote the code that planted the first seed,
Was it Adam or Eve, or Adam and Steve or was it Gabe Nandez or maybe that's just me.
And actually, it happens to be that factually,
it was casually written inaccurately, yo,
I missed the end of the damn world, spare me,
I was busy dancing with the shuga plum fairy.
She left scratch marks on my back,
holes in my brain, on my arms and on the track,
I pour my souls in the holes that was etched in my skin
and channel that raw energy that will be for sin.
Teach you nigga how to rhyme and shit.