Lyrics Born
Guard the Fort
[Sample]
...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...

You thought I was gone but I'm back
Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
Calm demeanor
Even though we are under attack
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

[CHALI 2NA]
The darker the shade the sharper the blade
Start the parade, spark a grenade
And walking invade
My carca** is displays the marks of a slave
Dark days the carpet is laid for the prophets of rage
Patrol the area, narrow-gazed and clench fists
Breaking down barriers barricades and fences
Perimeter secure, the verse rhyming commences
Against the (end) fuel the first line of defense is
Me
I'm in weapon mode this episode
(New in the rip in the) old ethics and yes it shows
If you neglected the principles methods and the goals
May your pores close and you swell up until your flesh explodes
Phenomenal dropping (the pocket flows)
(Creeping) the stoppable I keep it rocking until the shop is closed
And whether physical audio or optical
The impact of the four guardians got the drop on you
You thought I was gone but I'm back
Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
Calm demeanor
Even though we go under attack
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

[LYRICS BORN]
Last samurai named Shimmerer has arrived with a fat sack of lie
(arrogara and a bye) uh-uh
I don't fraternize with the rank-and-file
Ever drop a gasp for a General such as myself
That's sabotage!
If it smokes it (ropes) befitting of my t**le
In Rome the (emperor) a metaphor
The monarch a pop art
My cavalry of better men traveling west
My family quest displayed prominently flapping in the wind
I lead an Armada overseas (or for God or) than believe
In one mantra; peace, love, and honor
Ten thousand katanas separate your spinal (column)
From your teeth to your medulla oblongata and your wallet
Recording ten albums all off of performance enhancers
Therefore all my records have an asterisk(*)
Lyrics born swing a scimitar like a savage
Take an arm, take a leg, take a knee-like cap (in there)
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
You thought I was gone but I'm back
Begin to (count the) elements way beyond rap
I'm in to take first watch and I'm strapped
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]
The swords are drawn and odds are stacked
And we clash the impacts a thunderous clap
Calm demeanor
Even though we go under attack
[...my turn to the guard the fort ready for combat...]

[GIFT OF GAB]
Blast arm all cylinders cast off all doubt, calling all villagers
Your my women like come Atilla this
Come out these males dragons just slithering
Flying in the image of talent-less ignorance
Spasms with a sense of fashion that's feminine
Nothing sounds genuine mumbling and mimicking
In the jagged rhythm inject a little skill in them
And keep on killing them until that feeling inside's back
Though it seems overwhelming don't get sidetracked
Find that timeless energy and side blast
We'll be here forever while they (pave) the way time pa**es
Little lizard a** slithering critters, Cast
Spells on these beasts like the lyrical wizard I am
'Til we defeat in hiphop-zill again
I will stand hold my fort and guard the fort till the end