Hip Hop Forum

it's me, comin back with the music
i move it, like i was hydraulic fluid
pressures in my movements
winning and losing, i'm cruising
for bottles of booze an only 2 cents
whoes in? to burn this institution
and during the confusion, that’s ensuing
contributing, to a brand new solution
a nuisance to a true sense, whose tense?
i'm M to the D, with some whole new print
im too sick,
leavin um crippled, cuz i move too quick
deducing, that i'm a, luna-tic
who connects the stress, but stays, so fresh
unless i'm pressed to press the next subject
an test the rest of ya intellect, so complex
i stretch and flex, head an neck..
an firin off with rhymes, like old school vet
so def my depth it set deeper than any trench
hence, i have, one and only adversary
me, myself an i, with dab of the imaginary
and an infinite vocabulary, I have it barely
got it from a magic fairy the, baddest daring
any one… to step in my way
my weapons array will have you stress n dismayed
electric wit sprays an this is your lesson today
confess an jus pray that the tension ll sway