Microphone is lyrically stoned

Which made my technique go

Smooth like a tall handsome African

Stand Against the oppressed white man

I find crews illegitimate

Like lingo of today's lyricist

Hip-hop is in the gut

I see the fat emcees, they can't digest it

Eating microphones that's impressive

Take time with each line

And scream it

Metaphors and similes that look bulimic

Stand and command man, charisma looked strategic

Half man half predator

Each references life, yours are non-sequitur's

I rap visuals

You rap what you can't have

I write for the colored

You write for the, high contrast

Try and take a perfect picture

Take Ilford

High paradise, that's basically the ocean

Capture every portion of life, a Kodak moment

Making one man miss

Go to sleep next to his chick

Then hit the sheets with the chap stick

Cuz I knew I was gonna get it, Hurting his feelings