The Breaks, Pt. 1
Rashad Sun
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Word to biggie aint nobody fuckin wit me Gotta 150 bars to prove i get busy Go against me, ur history Ur really; not that quiet U betta u act like it. the next word u say can be your down fall U got gall Thats all FOH (f*ck outta here) Ur LOL I SMH Have u out on medical leave FMLA... Ur way out ur jurisdiction Dont believe u like superstition Mention my name U diggin ur grave Culturally free Dont think like none of u slaves Its the days of the True Masters Got now Dont care who comes after Im ill as hell (U conceited bastard) After the cry comes the laughter... Im a poet at heart I spit bars just to prove who i are Rashad Sun Master Self Wisdom Allah In Power Now Justice some call me Rayvon Thats a honorable name Named after the Earth from which i came I come in the name of the greats From the crates to the beats with the breaks As of late, ive been kinda irrate Cuz alotta of these rappas push rhymes like weight But wait, u aint sounding that great Either sound like a clown or u sound outta date This 2013 state of mind im on Im in my prime, but this time im Farrakhan or 68 Ali meets DMC Bout to rob u for ur bank like Steady B... Black blazer, bow tie, black kufi Intelligent Hoodlum, but i rhyme doofy Truly my life is movie, look into me Wont take the back seat to none of u Mullies My rhymes are a crime Im the judge & the jury Convicted of mic slaughter Bang the gauntlet I rap awkward But straight as quarter to 4 Since u selling the bullshit I'll order tomorrow... Thats Neverary 41st Or when a dude gives birth 1st & his water burst Ur a quarter worth Your name is Mortermir Where the beat breaks down, is where the murder occurred & There Aint no coming back So watch what u say in ur raps (its music) & pose to motivate folks Instead of being ur ignorance scapegoats Im the spitten image of my rap book, a cook in the kitchen Write hot shit, gotta hold mics with mittens To avoid scotch palms, but i burn thru inches, of protective gear Layer after layer, lets get this clear My heat level can burn thru sheet metal & cast iron, im not lyin Rappers be rhymin & claimin grindin, stop tryin U can be who u be, be, but i leave cats winan Get it Im unprecedented I represent it Rip raps, bustin mcs in less than a minute U a figment Alotta of yall styles is rented If u dont pay the owner I was paid to come for ya Came to reign on ya Run for shelter U front like u the man son, but im helter shelkter Cant nobody help ya Im the last & the 1st & ur ass will be packed in a hurse Period Im a boom bap pioneer My hood is the reason why i am here 07055 was live It took nose dive when it lost black lives... But i still represent it tho Since a embryo I rock it like Fearless four I cant recall, since dude won the powerball, if heads was really checkin for my town at all Were the underdog We live under smog & toxic fumes Crazy like rubber rooms When the thunder booms Ur left under tombs We live 239,000 miles from the moon...& 93 million miles from sun Yall aint born to understand what ive become Im still #1. & u amount to none Using my name in vein is when the trouble comes... My rap bars are black cards More valuable, with generating capital I'll battle u with the instincts of an animal; in the wilderness Over live instruments Write with penmanship, to rival a physicist Think intricate The mind of a lyricist Combined with the design that built pyramids Im the path of light; priority & venomous Im disinterested, in ur wack sentences U got no substance Ur mind is corrupted An artery eruptured A part of me busted Ur rhymes are disgusting Im angry & im flustered What u doing for the seeds? That cant read but its u they believe... Its been a long time Since u heard a real poet dude rhyme So im here... all poets beware I bring the drama with the kick & the snare Throw ur hands in the air Its a stick up Run ur pens, pads & sit up; straight Pull ur damn pants on ur waist... U saggin like u braggin like u friuty & if u r, say u r & keep it moving Im movement in itself Knowledge of self Keeps me grounded In tune with my surroundings Sounds astounding Dudes wildin with no talent Then they get silent In unfamiliar enviornments... Cuz the violence aint in em Shoulda told someone the truth from the beginning Attention men & women Were here for the children The message drilled in, until its instilled in & there aint none greater than, young black men Striving for perfection Study lessons Answer any questions The best way u can Who is Original Man? The maker & the owner All human families is my quota Unalikes i run across the border Like ur father, i walk across the water If it exist in the world Then i'll claim it If it dont exist Then i'll create it Made it past ur grafted philosophies Keep building U owe no apologies The masterplan is to master man From the mother land to afganistan From Now Y to Cali back to Jerz From the thugs to the nerds my words are heard This is simple mathematics, its automatic, confrontation causes static The mind is asiatic My style is charismatic Its only a matter of time before im back at it...
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