I got a monster’s mystic with this music

Don’t even confuse it

Awon will abuse it

Hip Hoppers will lose it

Foes approach friendly

Flow like it’s ten of me

What’s gotten into me?

Purple or Hennessy?

Sick its no remedy

Lyricism supremacy

Sleep with the enemy

Semi slice up your memory

Fierce I’m so gutter

Flow is so butter

Smooth the soul brother

Slide in your baby’s mother

I’m a bad mamma jammer

Nice with this grammar

Ill with this hammer

Skills for you bammas

Slick like Mayweather

Sip Goose with Grey feathers

The starter I play better

For the MJ cheddar

And haters too analytical with my data

Fuck the majors

You can savor the nature

Of mind, body, and soul

Parallel to my pole position

Within one listen

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold

In the streets I’m like drugs

The flow entice thugs

Peeps they show love

And haters they show blood

They ain’t getting no grub

I’m eating they food

My swagger is rude

They say I’m a conceited dude

Burn rappers like fat to ripped fuel

Clapping this tool

Vegitize your brain

Put it on ooze

Molecular beats stay in a jeep

Sunk in the seat

A poet for the streets

The underground makes me unique

Complete with a welterweight boxers physic

The heat I display leave rappers in dismay

Going back to Curtis Mayfield and Roberta Flack

The tracks are food for the soul

Grooves in control

By a pilot working on a low wack diet

Try it, when I drop the cd

You might buy it

Till then, my only friend is my pad and my pen

Like Bill and Sydney

Let’s Do It Again

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold

So in conclusion

Decipher the lyrical

Niggas don’t want it

Miracles and mirages

Metaphorical ménages

My rap entourage is

Deep like the Corleone’s

I spit these holy poems

Ghetto Bibles in my dome

The scripture will hit ya

Like 16 shots from a 40 Cal Glock

Wack niggas getting rocked

Like freebase the raw and uncut

From my gut

Treat the mic like a slut

And have my way with it

One of the dopest lines to date

You know that A spit it

In the words of Tiffy the Gift

Homie play with it

Sipping 1800 puffin a black and mild

Calm, cool, and collected

Just like my rapping style

Hip Hop form every aspect

I’m catching mad wreck

Treat it like a zoo

Because chicks give me giraffe neck

Competing with a few

And I’m not far from the throne

Emcees like funerals service em going home

It’s on

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold

It’s a millennium thug with a seventies soul

Lyrically keep the streets in control

Blink Ya Eye and them a beat will unfold

To paint a picture while my glory is sold