I make you nod your head…
As soon as the beat drop…
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my…
I make you nod your head…
As soon as the beat drop…
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my…
My word descriptic hieroglyphics translated into English
My penmanship is similar to that of papyrus writers
Isis is like a as compared to my reign
My palette is like a tablet cold commandments to the game
No shame in my quoted scripture
No dialect is born vexed
Product of fornicated sex
I was conceivеd into sin then born into death
I gave my soul to God, rеbirth, I resurrect
It’s a fair trade with more than whips and chains
Same materials to bound us before hold us today
Slavery mentality, we sharecroppers, shop with every last cent
Not knowing that every last cent ain’t meant to shop with
That’s food for thought
You do with it what you choose
But don’t ever bite off more than you can chew
It’s better to want, not need than to need and not have
So treat every supper like it’s your last
Watch out for this
I make you nod your head
The type to bob to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
I make you nod your head
The type to vibe to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
Lyric the disciple
I speak the quotes that you get high to
Minus the stem and seed but you don’t blast like a rifle
I finally touch the subject, just a product to the public
I’m fly like aircrafts into buildings they plummet
I break your faith like kamikaze Islamic terrorist bombers’
Cause I swear I vow for Christ, the thoughts are easily conjured
People still think BIG and Pac died over rhymes
Similar to white specs, you gotta read between the lines
Murder or martyr, these are similar to trophies
From dope rhymes to dope fiends
Children, listen closely
To Washington, to Bush, George, still us
You’re not slightly curious? They got me furious
My birth was karma’s revenge, satan
I’m the reason why your phone’s getting tapped by the masons, I got the
Blood of a lion and the heart of a Haitian
Higher than the holy chronic, it’s coldly liberation, feel me
I make you nod your head
The type to bob to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
I make you nod your head
The type to vibe to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
Yo, you couldn’t conjure an iller illustration with pen and paper
I’m your brain, get you open for penetration, spit amazing
Generating an image so complicated gotta change your frame of mind just to get it to fit the painting
It’s a high definition visual, critical verse
So don’t bring happy broken the individual words
Vivid as a thousand pictures
This sh#t is deeper than digital
Peep through the window into your dreaming, you get a glimpse
And you can see the handwriting on the wall, encrypted with predictions of the ancients that caused nations to bawl
Prophecies, premonitions and visions, it gets deep
My name was even carved in a tree in the Garden of Eden
The all seeing being wheeled in the pen and weaving my sin into these sentences
Put a mark of penance all to your mental if you listen
Eliminating the limits with this infinite potential
I spit it, it’s hieroglyphics, baby
I make you nod your head
The type to bob to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
I make you nod your head
The type to vibe to it
As soon as the beat drop, you start to rock to it
Emcees play my songs whenever they write
Burn Ls to my rhymes when they ‘bout to get tight
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