New Post SINCE A WHILE...IM LIKE...
Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 12:43 pm
Gutta's like the next Messiah U Kno, words manifested like Rakim's Undeniable flow
I'm like Kane back in his Prime for you Hoes, I'm like a stage, waitin for the silence to grow
till you hear ya favorite rapper spit his openin rhyme at the show, I'm shocked
like when I pass on the, Mic that rest in my palm ta, U, try to accept the Honor
Cuz U know me and the Mic got a BOND LIKE MEGA AND DONA!! Its hard to contend with the Author
Its near impossible, when a cat Murders on singles, comin from where the murderers mingle
Look, I heard ya Amigo, you can bring ya burners and eagles, and bring a vest
So U can eternally bleed through, ya chest, either way, I'll return with D'Evils, like Jay
Z, I'm like AZ in his Doe or Die DeBut, like being compared to Nas, dont ever let the Raw play U
I'm known to murder on singles with tracks thats ill, Now they be comparin me 2
Guru and Primo with that mass appeal, Craft is real Son. I stay wicked regardless
cuz my rep BIG like L, PUN, and Christopher Wallace, When I rhyme I dont think
like I dont Spit With the Knowledge, Cuz C i run with Dawgs, but I'm still the Underdog
I keep flowin, like Canibus on his 100 bars, From Ra to Nas, I'm the Son of God
I'm somethin like the combination of Pete Rock and CL Smooth, but I keep it real
like the first time when Hip Hop made the news, I'm like G Rap, cuz im comin from the Ill Street
you know I feel the Blues, and I kill beatz, my rhymes is for real deep
I'm like if Pac handed me the Mic, It would beyond honor me to grab it
I speak Magic, leavin loose niggas more Shook then my mans Prodigy and Havoc
Sometimes i got Thoughts of Black, but I stick to my Roots, gold chip in my tooth
Dudes sayin i spit slicker then Rick in the booth, But i neva made it to the the studio
my rhymes stay manifested in playgrounds and streets corners, I'm blessed with the deep poems
For real tho, I'm Mase and Puffy when they was sportin shiny suits, I feel reborn
I got time to prove, That my skills will leave ya LOST IN THE STORM LIKE CHUBB ROCK BACK IN 92'!
I'm like Kane back in his Prime for you Hoes, I'm like a stage, waitin for the silence to grow
till you hear ya favorite rapper spit his openin rhyme at the show, I'm shocked
like when I pass on the, Mic that rest in my palm ta, U, try to accept the Honor
Cuz U know me and the Mic got a BOND LIKE MEGA AND DONA!! Its hard to contend with the Author
Its near impossible, when a cat Murders on singles, comin from where the murderers mingle
Look, I heard ya Amigo, you can bring ya burners and eagles, and bring a vest
So U can eternally bleed through, ya chest, either way, I'll return with D'Evils, like Jay
Z, I'm like AZ in his Doe or Die DeBut, like being compared to Nas, dont ever let the Raw play U
I'm known to murder on singles with tracks thats ill, Now they be comparin me 2
Guru and Primo with that mass appeal, Craft is real Son. I stay wicked regardless
cuz my rep BIG like L, PUN, and Christopher Wallace, When I rhyme I dont think
like I dont Spit With the Knowledge, Cuz C i run with Dawgs, but I'm still the Underdog
I keep flowin, like Canibus on his 100 bars, From Ra to Nas, I'm the Son of God
I'm somethin like the combination of Pete Rock and CL Smooth, but I keep it real
like the first time when Hip Hop made the news, I'm like G Rap, cuz im comin from the Ill Street
you know I feel the Blues, and I kill beatz, my rhymes is for real deep
I'm like if Pac handed me the Mic, It would beyond honor me to grab it
I speak Magic, leavin loose niggas more Shook then my mans Prodigy and Havoc
Sometimes i got Thoughts of Black, but I stick to my Roots, gold chip in my tooth
Dudes sayin i spit slicker then Rick in the booth, But i neva made it to the the studio
my rhymes stay manifested in playgrounds and streets corners, I'm blessed with the deep poems
For real tho, I'm Mase and Puffy when they was sportin shiny suits, I feel reborn
I got time to prove, That my skills will leave ya LOST IN THE STORM LIKE CHUBB ROCK BACK IN 92'!