Beaconz Of Lyght
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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