Armadillo skin folds, lockjaw like a pit bull On full moon, man switch to wolf Full proof verse from Hell to Tunbridge Wells You never seen an emcee do it this well Everyday we battle at Saint Germaine's Chapel But it's practical, I'll smash you and nobody laughs at you The Ripper rip you up, drag you behind the basilica They find drugs, lyrics and blood, I hit you up Lonely heart, vocal throwing dart oligarch Creates art from an upstate New York motor park And won't get off his high horse to come talk unless it's important And it could cause a spark, but it's dark so he stays dormant You don't want it, you just act like it Your style ain't flawless you just rap like it I'm level 3-A like Curtis LeMay The Blackhawk bird of prey with superb taste I re-inject my blood to give me a buzz Then I re-inject the buzz, blow out your earplugs Scrub your eardrums, suck the air out of your lungs You combust in a vacuum of solar flare from the Sun I walk through a gestalt of thought to the sound of a harp From afar playing the notes I was taught I was caught, shackled, sold, re-bought Global mind forced to restart, my rhymes skipped forward The HRH of time and space And rhymes through the bars, my lines displace Concentrate, mitigate concrete debate Great, how I create what you hired me to make Extrapolate, update rap at a rapid rate Fans hate it cause I can't practice everyday Numismatic treasure chest stashed in the attic Spondulix in exchange for the musical magic With two tablets placed on the cabinet, I wonder who will grab it? If no one does, I'll have it Both lobes connected, flow been perfected Whatever method, select it, let's spit Incredulous lyrics, the breath of life spreading through the spirit Hip-Hop never knew what hit it Stubby beard, chubby skin under the hair I spent my wonder years carrying nothing but guns and gear With a focused rap flow, tongue snap like a hybrid bow My quotes end up inside your throat Respect for Hip-Hop balance the Biosphere But I've been there before so why go there? I soar through the air, my clarity so clear That my Dali Lama prayer give me cauliflower ears I've been rhyming for years Climbing the monastery stairs being involuntarily prepared Spit, feed the faith, quarry bait with a mixtape The release date will make you shit-faced I spit till your ears break, slam on the airbrakes Spit smears your face and restricts your airspace Stereoscopic Aerial Objects I seen up close but I ain't got no comment Beneath curvaceous gable and dark thatch You experience the art called DARK RAP //Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
