FOREPLAY
P. Diddy

CARESS!
Hip Hop is trying to save me, it ain't know I'm trying to save it
The culture is trying to make me, it ain't know I'm trying to make it
Ain't nobody but who somebody killing me?
What's top 50 to God Trinity?
What's annual awards to infinity?
Lights, camera, are you filming?
Action, are you feeling me?

ROUND 1
I'm expertly curating
Gladly educating
While expectedly you spectating
Exactly speculating

I made a name on how great the mic was..
Based on Fury faced as a fighter like Deonte Wilder

Street Recipe took it beyond the cyphers

Deep content writer, perfect doubt by practice

Mind mine in my mind, that's about constructive
In less deeper terms, should I sell gold out in public
It's cos my midas touch is profound, I dug deep
Music by choice, not what crowds are forced to fuck with
I muted the noise, top charts sound so much corrupted

Not to be counter productive

Such spiral twist of fate by The Game to viral links
From defined as ill the evolution is like virus leaks

The root of my righteousness stems from highness of trees

The hour glass nearly full for such timeless tics

Wildest beast, an offspring tigers breed

Go against the grain, trying to fit in tribal myths

A rival kid with no arrival kit

The last dying's kick find a hint in that final hit

The fighter in me realized there's might in the ink

Mind is swift enticing speed as Tyson's fists
Reciting speech mine being to inspire and teach

Aspire a reach, way wider as Slim's
Grew up listening to mixes of Martial's arts
Rap battles, that's how the arts of martial is mixed
Join the missing partial parts
Now joints with beats and pieces don't balanced off...
Linking to shallow charts

Vulture hearts misleading...
Some to master singing...
Over conscious speeches...

The core of my being in the cause of pro emceeing is teaching the corners, the pro and the cons to be more conspicuous with lyrics

Lest there's sin or less there's seen of Les in the scene

Seemingly enough

Whoever it obviously pleases if it does in this business of arts

There'll always be those willing to listen to such
Some thus impartial and those that the master pisses as much


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P. Diddy

ROUND 2
Mind over matter, facts on facts
Hype over better, raps, on wax

Where's the hustle, where's the hizzle?
Where's the muscle, where's the missile?
Where's the shuffle, where's the shizzle?
Where's the knuckles, where's the nizzle?

Alert concerning me there's less compelling scripts
Let competitives, lest comparatives
Left the content width? Yet they content with it?

I'm poetically licensed driven by arts in my journey
Barring much more worthy or worth much more buried
Been rising and jamming before it was the Alley
Started friendly with my partner Glenny, he departed sadly
Kept moving Solo cos my dreams are just as plenty
Awakening came sleepwalking through the darkest valley

I'm in God company, thus I fear no mortal being
Armored with life lessons and tacit scholar skills

Informal speech formed to inform and teach

Mind sharp as a college kid

Spend time I've been pocketing, on the right knowledge keys, the less price and costly fees

Kicked the doors down cos I acknowledged defeat

This is for the learned book worms with hell of hope

Without the whack they would defin' know, how I'm pushing the envelope

My music separates Toast as a wolf from antelopes

Go the distance with close focus like zooming the telescope

The ecosystem is now based on egotism
Synopsis revealing symptoms in neo-scripting

Too much singing singles on Hip Hop listing

Y'all over dancing the drums, make the people listen
Even though lyricism isn't so appealing

I guess each own to his business
Leave alone feelings stick the big nose in yo sequence
Fact over million opinions of emo reasons

Still so rhythmic with no limit, I'm hero mystic
Out for my piece of slice like a Kimbo beating

Sequels instilling wisdom still is symbolism


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P. Diddy