Beaconz Of Lyght

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Equational MC

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Watch how I levitate, hover
Like when I used to make mixtapes off of shows with Dre and Ed Lover
That's Doc Dre, but not N.W.A., yo, the other
New acts was breakin' every week and I had to discover
From back in the days, and yet I'm still up in this rap phase
I'm from a era way before the whole trap craze
I'm Yogi Berra if I rock my cap back ways, you see the N.Y.
It's why I must defend that ways
I keep a dog in my lap, he'll take a nap days
You see my oculars blazed, a candy apple glaze
Still dapper, yeah the rapper named D. Black way out back, where the track by Scott Stapp play
I'm spittin' creed, never quittin', like I'm flippin' some seed
I dug a garden this year and had to pull some weeds
Bad deeds done dirty and cheap, come see me
But no freebies, I used to smoke a clove or even beedies
I spin a story rather seedy
For audiences acquainted with tediousness, and so they rather needy
Rappers ain't eatin they Wheaties
It's why they out lookin' bleak, yo, and they just too easily defeated
When harvest season comes, I pull up a spud and eat it
I post a lyric up, read it
See how you can't compete, royalty is how I should be treated
Like Michael Jackson said, beat it
There's none sweeter, I got my mind deeply fixed on ancient Egypt
And Tesla figured all the formulas to take a free trip
The scalar energy provided here is so ahead of them
Upon mics is how I deaded them
I'll read from a book called Dread to get myself in a headspace
Shed some dead weight, yo, get my head straight
Perused classical lit, yeah I have read greats
Talkin' bars spat, from the tracks on the best tapes
Attire customary, all black, all day
I'll rap from a Farmers Almanac, or Grey
E speakin', got you all freaks eatin' beacons of light
They'll hit you right in the gut, your knees weakening
Comin' to you live this evening
The logic I provide, come with a side, of my elite reasoning
The chicken cooked with spices, nice seasoning
The chasm is deepening, but still I like my odds to like, reap it in
A new era, I'm bout to sweep it in
Usherin' utterly butter type gutter like, with no stutter
'Til your stomach butterflies flutter
There's no expiration of platelets of blood my system's makin'
Hey system, I'm wakin'
The fenestration's vacant lately, no lampshades or drapery
I break through your fakery like '88 Lakers on a fast break
Your tooth aches, I'm in a new state
A rare state to be in, when parasites everywhere still breedin'
Not carin' if you bleedin', ain't worried about the change of season
Not a spare minute, gotta strike against charges of treason
I got the odds of getting even, comin' in, they all leavin
Takin' over son and yo, this ain't Saint Stephen
Lake for heathens fiery, evil weevils down on their knee
Straight timin' it, feedin' all the peoples with my breeze
I got some shit to drop as a tease
I rock from the top of the morning, onto the drop of the eve
Play piano while rappin', it's fact that I got keys
You might have a nice little flow, but it's not D's
I score infinity plus, you get nil, holmes
I used to trip with all my stuff, you'd get nil, holmes
Like quills for poems, watch me ink it to the fill and over
I kill beats on mics from here to Villanova
I'll get rid of you all, put y'all into a permanent menopause
I gobble cheddar raw
Forget the law, nobody wets it flawlessly as EMC
My brain got Sun Ra on repeat
Just like a matador, my metaphor be sweet
Slicin' up mics with these sharper claws that I'm sweepin' with
Losin' my mind 'cuz your rhymes is like some old ass news
That's why when I spit it, I shred it like some old blues
Splash you up with buckets sucka, Muddy Water in yo shoes
Watch yer rap buddies slaughtered, mo boos
I got the mic in my hand, feel the beat, I won't lose
Catch me rockin' smooth, silky like shampoo
Bamboo dishes is something I really can't do
I wish all the wishes came true my mind has ever ran through
Never been to the top of Everest but I plan to
Also speak Bantu
So, get rid of them flaws or you'll, get hit in the jaw
Been quite, invisible until I, kicked in the door
Now I've, been kickin' it raw, just like, you never saw
'Cuz your vision's off, you got a claw to ya eyeball
The nugs I crush and hit, damn they be so lush and heady
The mic for lacin' up the beat is on so now I'm ready
The pound cake I make is so sweet, delightful
But also slightly heavy just like this rhyme bevy
Get rid of them flaws, wack emcees, get rid of them flaws
Get rid of them flaws, wack emcees, get rid of them flaws
Your rhythm is lost, wack emcees, get rid of them flaws
Your rhythm is lost, yo
Get rid of them flaws or you'll, get hit in the jaw
Been quite, invisible until I, kicked in the door
now I've, been kickin it raw, just like, you never saw
'Cuz your vision's off, you must've got a claw to ya eyeball

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