Well my style's free it can't be held in any cage of prison
While you resorect my rhymes,i practice blaytin' playgerism
Livin' in the age of wisdom but surrounded by the dead
A BENEFITIAL sage's wisdom sent to pound it in your head
Sandals spread,eardrums bleed,round this bed drownin executive
Soul Sick Records is found,crown instead,dirty openly,with a low blow below the overy,thought to be extinct I practice ancient Crypto Poetry
Rips so nobely the elderly,call me gentlemen
Taken over sound wars with an instrumental plan
Subtle stand but dominant,hobble man yet prominant
Cause earthquakes by nodding heads on all seven continents
Rotting like warm fruit that spoils in the south
When I spit so hot this saliva boils in my mouth
Flow words above your head,to make stretch and catch an eighty-six
I wrote grafitti daily with an Etch-A-Sketch
Dialect Chili-Wow,go ask the nurses what they saw
Doctors died when I opened up my mouth to say AAAA
Throw hip-hop on time with culture,style, and mike,wear black shades because I rhyme in ultra-violet light
Silent night,wicked light,womens lace wearin' sinthol
Blow speakers leave your reminant,a base snaring symbol
If you bite this make sure you chew at least a thousand times
Because it's difficult to swallow even my weakest rhymes

(corus)
Behold(behold)let the hip-hop unfold,the glorious sound brings youth to the old
Behold(behold)let the music control,the wonderful sound brings truth to the soul
Behold(behold)let the culture be bold,the brilliant sound brings heat to the cold
Behold(behold)let the world know,the emaquilent sound will constantly grow

I lace my drumloop witha nasty old sea corp
A murder swiss beats with a Casio keyboard
Akways twirling these M.C's,got my soul-sushin',their gold-rushin',while I bring it back their old cold-crushin'
Boring clean beats offerin' note thrill
You can call my mouth "SOIL" cause it's just so ill
My mouth is dangerous,and this is something I fear
Killed six girlfreinds wisphering sweet nothings in ears
I was born to be profound,and I'm not new to this
I used to rhyme my ultra-sound out my mom's uturis
Lyrical crusafix,Hip-hop why have you foresaken me?
East and flow rise like yeast and dough in a bakery
No matter the condition,spittin' Bennie O' Blissin'
And like Mister Rogers I'm nice to any who listen
In a mean way I never sat by the lips of the kind
Rhymes written,so brail will burn the fingertips of the blind
Words pierce any armor so that's a useless fetch
Grocery store skill,cause' what I produce is fresh
Highly selected beats,like when a Pope was chosen
Science baflled by spontanious dope explosion
Death at an early age is all the lost deserve
M.C's are like fastened ice-cream,soft served
As far as soounds,is something I don't bring up
Cause' I'm outsold by dirty fat women backing that thing up

(corus)

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