Guerrilla Techniques

Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat How you figure there's anyone doper than me I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats Just so happen that rappin a natural feat Time all I need to complete all my sequences, life is an intricate thing I'm an intricate being, in a world full of hideous schemes All the media made to demean I just came to redeem everything that is sacred and clean It ain't all about paper, it seem every time that I make it it came with additional bills All the verses was ill I created, they made in my images Relate events in the sentences, even entrenched in the system I had to envision a way out Blast off with the beat, outer space now Stars, still I face clouds Shuttle for shawty, as soon as she entered my atmosphere, face down My music a symbol of taste now I can't een help it but make all these great sounds Everyday feel like a race, I'm just tuning my instruments Knowledge be infinite, I'm out here livin it Different predicaments, all my inventions was limitless Doja the stimulus, Sudanese pyramids If you are hearin this, listen Slank a New Afrikan, griot musician Eons and distance, these do not change my existence Rappin to me is like fitness, yo Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat How you figure there's anyone doper than me I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats Just so happen that rappin a natural feat Ayo, what do you mean? I was locked in the booth till the spring Got air drops through the roof for the green, if you seen what I seen Then you'd know every time I convene with the mic my results is pristine Ain't no doper than me, even close an impossible feat Every second, improve my technique, hit the lab for a week Nigga sow what you reap in these words, I go deeper than earth, yo Practice makes perfect I heard, I'm just out here rehearsing The purpose I'm put on the surface for Hard to discern a more dope individual, I'm like the pinnacle rapper These niggas typical bastards, mythical masters I hope to quicken they last words Slank my shit intricate, passwords Brain to the mic see me pass words Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat How you figure there's anyone doper than me I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats Just so happen that rappin a natural feat