Lyric Resurrection
Verse One:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in
That be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it s slime that s babblin
Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not believin everything I m readin
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
I didn t seek the best of buys, it s a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I m Nestle when it s Crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I d be sunshine
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I m hype like I m unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested
It s the freestyle, so now it s out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense
Verse Two:
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in flight
I send light, like Ben s kite I ve been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don t hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite I ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech is lost quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don t now check it
I m a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain t scared of no nigga
But it s my turn to go I gotta go
And I m gone with the storm
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in
That be scatterin
Over the globe will my vocals be travellin
Unravellin my abdomen it s slime that s babblin
Grammatics that are masculine
I grab them in verbally badgerin broads
I wish that Madelline was back on Video LP
I went against all odds and got a even steven
Proceed to read and not believin everything I m readin
But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise
I didn t seek the best of buys, it s a lie to textualize
I analyze where I rest my eyes
And chastise the best of guys with punchlines
I m Nestle when it s Crunch-time
For your mind like one time
If poetry was pussy I d be sunshine
cause I deliver like the Sun-Times
Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine
I m hype like I m unsigned, my diet I unswine
Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit
This rap shit is truly outta control
My style is too developed to be arrested
It s the freestyle, so now it s out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail
A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury
I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me
Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints
They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense
Verse Two:
I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light
I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight
Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe
Imaginations in flight
I send light, like Ben s kite I ve been bright
Get open like on gym nights
And in fights I send rights
Don t hook with skins my friends like
I spend nights up in dykes
In spite I ve been indicted as a freak of all trades
I got it made
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Come from a tribe of bums
Hooked on negro and mums
Had to halt with the, malt liquor
Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz
Now my speech is lost quicker
Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker
U Ak got my back and we don t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don t get no thicker
U Ak got my back and we don t now check it
I m a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain t scared of no nigga
But it s my turn to go I gotta go
And I m gone with the storm
