I got a monster’s mystic with this music
Don’t even confuse it
Awon will abuse it
Hip Hoppers will lose it
Foes approach friendly
Flow like it’s ten of me
What’s gotten into me?
Purple or Hennessy?
Sick its no remedy
Lyricism supremacy
Sleep with the enemy
Semi slice up your memory
Fierce I’m so gutter
Flow is so butter
Smooth the soul brother
Slide in your baby’s mother
I’m a bad mamma jammer
Nice with this grammar
Ill with this hammer
Skills for you bammas
Slick like Mayweather
Sip Goose with Grey feathers
The starter I play better
For the MJ cheddar
And haters too analytical with my data
Fuck the majors
You can savor the nature
Of mind, body, and soul
Parallel to my pole position
Within one listen
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold
In the streets I’m like drugs
The flow entice thugs
Peeps they show love
And haters they show blood
They ain’t gettingno grub
I’m eating they food
My swagger is rude
They say I’m a conceited dude
Burn rappers like fat to ripped fuel
Clapping this tool
Vegitize your brain
Put it on ooze
Molecular beats stay in a jeep
Sunk in the seat
A poet for the streets
The underground makes me unique
Complete with a welterweight boxers physic
The heat I display leave rappers in dismay
Going back to Curtis Mayfield and Roberta Flack
The tracks are food for the soul
Grooves in control
By a pilot working on a low wack diet
Try it, when I drop the cd
You might buy it
Till then, my only friend is my pad and my pen
Like Bill and Sydney
Let’s Do It Again
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold
So in conclusion
Decipher the lyrical
Niggas don’t want it
Miracles and mirages
Metaphorical ménages
My rap entourage is
Deep like the Corleone’s
I spit these holy poems
Ghetto Bibles in my dome
The scripture will hit ya
Like 16 shots from a 40 Cal glock
Wack niggas getting rocked
Like freebase the raw and uncut
From my gut
Treat the mic like a slut
And have my way with it
One of the dopest lines to date
You know that A spit it
In the words of Tiffy the Gift
Homie play with it
Sipping 1800 puffin a black and mild
Calm, cool, and collected
Just like my rapping style
Hip Hop form every aspect
I’m catching mad wreck
Treat it like a zoo
Because chicks give me giraffe neck
Competing with a few
And I’m not far from the throne
Emcees like funerals service em going home
It’s on
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold
It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul
Lyrically keep the streets in control
Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold
To paint a picture while my glory is sold