- Mar 26, 2003
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lost in da artform
when i slice a mic device...thunderous tracks get torn
i'm creativity's first born...and i'll testify that under oath sworn
i don't think about the norm
which means i don't talk about the norm
thas why i got a chapter in the greatest story ever told
while these pretenders sound like children of da corn
can't even rap right...the best translator couldn't decipher what you write
i do my best work at night...
when da dark outshines da light i choose to use my 3rd eyesight
everyday i hear poetic p#ssies cum softer den a pillow fight
prompted by adoescence...
cause too many rhymesayers have yet to learn their lessons
fake french fries get fried in wesson
da dusty dumb a$$es look stupid like a tye-die vest and
matching shoes...i talk the most ish too lame *** crews
that give my eardrums da blues...like bb king
the thrill is gone...please don't try to rap...and please don't try to sing
as da gong starts to ring
cause without technique and concepts...
your ish will sound rockier then ben grim and the thing
my fantastic four will always give you more
rhymes
rhythms
concepts
and creativity
xplosive like t-n-t
and more heavenly then peanut butter an celery
the ish on da radio sounds worn like family ties
while rappers act dizzy like mallory
go ask alex p. keaton
which club hits i'm delete'n...from my external hard drive
and which pieces i'm beat'n
one day all paper thugs will take a hard slide
and get called out at the plate
chapped lipped cheezy mofo's can't help but catch a grate
chopped down to size by one whose skillz are innate
for the lyrically challenged that means possesed since birth
too many flows are booty and uneven
like the balance of justice on this planet earth
on tsunami's i surf cause my balls have mega girth
and on solid derf legs my feet crush undeveloped eggs
like college catz crush kegs
and in da back da fat lady sings curses at jenny craigs
can i get this cut under 5 megs?
let me check my loop and regroup
and think on it while twisting up a loose dred
what do you do to get a persistant squeek out of a bed?
unknown...my amythest laced microphone cracks domes thas blown
don't let me have to flip up da tone...i still posess styles not shown
a dog is neva alone so thas why he needs a bone
i got a bone...but only for a queen sitting on a throne
people trip on material possesions
but in reality...what's really owned?
your soul and word
cause neither are on loan.....
when i slice a mic device...thunderous tracks get torn
i'm creativity's first born...and i'll testify that under oath sworn
i don't think about the norm
which means i don't talk about the norm
thas why i got a chapter in the greatest story ever told
while these pretenders sound like children of da corn
can't even rap right...the best translator couldn't decipher what you write
i do my best work at night...
when da dark outshines da light i choose to use my 3rd eyesight
everyday i hear poetic p#ssies cum softer den a pillow fight
prompted by adoescence...
cause too many rhymesayers have yet to learn their lessons
fake french fries get fried in wesson
da dusty dumb a$$es look stupid like a tye-die vest and
matching shoes...i talk the most ish too lame *** crews
that give my eardrums da blues...like bb king
the thrill is gone...please don't try to rap...and please don't try to sing
as da gong starts to ring
cause without technique and concepts...
your ish will sound rockier then ben grim and the thing
my fantastic four will always give you more
rhymes
rhythms
concepts
and creativity
xplosive like t-n-t
and more heavenly then peanut butter an celery
the ish on da radio sounds worn like family ties
while rappers act dizzy like mallory
go ask alex p. keaton
which club hits i'm delete'n...from my external hard drive
and which pieces i'm beat'n
one day all paper thugs will take a hard slide
and get called out at the plate
chapped lipped cheezy mofo's can't help but catch a grate
chopped down to size by one whose skillz are innate
for the lyrically challenged that means possesed since birth
too many flows are booty and uneven
like the balance of justice on this planet earth
on tsunami's i surf cause my balls have mega girth
and on solid derf legs my feet crush undeveloped eggs
like college catz crush kegs
and in da back da fat lady sings curses at jenny craigs
can i get this cut under 5 megs?
let me check my loop and regroup
and think on it while twisting up a loose dred
what do you do to get a persistant squeek out of a bed?
unknown...my amythest laced microphone cracks domes thas blown
don't let me have to flip up da tone...i still posess styles not shown
a dog is neva alone so thas why he needs a bone
i got a bone...but only for a queen sitting on a throne
people trip on material possesions
but in reality...what's really owned?
your soul and word
cause neither are on loan.....