(Samples) "Out of place - through space and time" "What's the higher level if your shit ain't real" "Make you use your brain now it's under the cap" "What's the higher level if your shit ain't real" "Out of place - through space and time" "What's the higher level if your shit ain't real" "Make you use your brain now it's under the cap" "What's the higher level if your shit ain't real" "Out of place - through space and time"
[Bronze Nazareth] Yo, manifest measures of life without the heat on Phillies bare the central air, near the frozen green lawn Eat by the handful, the handwriting sprawled On 40 gold sinks, quicksand the colored thoughts Bleed pre-meditation, we never get caught He thinks to himself; would he bleed for the cause? I'ma global warming heat soaring, street exploring rebel Saw the face of the devil; it glowed like my blunt tip Snake tongue, voodoo waterlogged imprint Grand nationalist spin a web so thick You can't escape, read the pro's prose see through the gate Administer the sinister winds To blend with similar slurs of vinegar darts create a curse Elevated words measured on triple beams Seasoned with regret, get skillful for our means Self fulfilling profit from the bottom of scenes Potent thoughts could kill if you discover what I think Murder scenes covered in ink, all for the thought Premeditated, levitated, sold and bought '89 Pistons move in silence with no witness Sling the grammar arm and hammer, Chambers Brothers bake shit Gratiot to Gun Rule, get fitted for your hard hat Spar with the shadow of self, perfect my portrait Corporate drive-bys, tsunami rhyme high tide Stand by, emergency mode damage the anti Wu related My mind stay rejuvenated, Flagrant holes in patients singing like Betty Davis
[Killah Priest] Uh, this Israelite... Yeah Israelite literature makes me write vivid for listeners Pictures of Saints in my ink, Stained Glass of a King's past When my death began on Geffen Till I rise to my old enterprise of Proverbs Live words, colossals of my rhyme that block the mind I jot in time, beauty of life, truly I write To my seeds - may it lead you in war Pleomorph, free Apost, squeeze that sword Like Judas Maccabeus, Sir Maximus, the masses breath I laugh while y'all dance with death Establish the Tabbath The Lord's commandment's for the Sabbath Ya, Yarmulke's, honor of love, conquer us My armor of thugs, armor of love Yo, the pen blend minds with men in time Priest, the prophecy, the odyssey Biography of the God emcee My artistry like no one could mark me Michelangelo with the canvas, I make it glow Like neon lights --- when I write
When I said I was the Da Vinci of the century Uh, yeah, sculptures, when I wrote this
[C-Rayz Walz] Chronic think tank Dialogues my dimension & dare Dark thoughts dwell in depths of despair But on the other hemisphere is a section of flare So solar soul controller's chauffer stars to stares A supreme symphony where sunshine saturates Symbols & shapes Rayz turn raisins to grapes Planet of the blank tape renegade Rah Rah Ventrilla-Native, Viking from Valhalla V.I.P. vindicated, vanished in vapors Transporter of the black plague disease data Trainspotter, superhero weirdo zero knowledge 1 before ice The Hall of Justice cut with a rust knife A slice of reality this must be like... A Think Piece....Yo resonate the beauty of sight Now imaginate the essence of light And Take a Stroll The solar motorist composed it Colder than the soul is And the toll bridge he reaped so he sowed it Quiet as a peep he thinks deep and she knows it The code is spoken And it keeps going when gold Something like a bird choking on wind in the snow Sword over head dread sight beyond damn sight Grasshoppers watching ants grind near a campsite Feeling Sunnyside and the price of gas mad high Water Bill crazy & you can't get a land-line Hibernate the heartache in criminal court You could score if you get charged Pay.....Subliminal thought The Feds watching the head chopping Hob Goblin That fell from grace in the face of the God and got pardoned For my skaters & surfers who Billabong Kill a song So nice when he right...I feel I'm wrong And still it's on A Kings link Think PieceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
