(feat. Latyrx)

[Gift of Gab]

And I come like this



[scratched]

I've got a few things I wanna say



[Gift of Gab]

I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay

Cuz the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff

And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled RAID

Like a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches, 

A brother'll blow this

Another ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?

I hover above the land of lame emcees that dont blow

I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo with the gun

And a once in a munch chest, rest in peace

And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds like these

Run over enemies and I rest in the west

Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback

Hear when I'm here, 

Earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black

I'm a dog, running through the jungle 

Wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?

Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble 

Gotta do the jewels tack wack talkin clowns

Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, bust a front 

With a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland

I'ma tack 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump

Springin on the rhyme I bowl man

Gifted when I'm lifted off a spliff hit, 

Reminisce shit, riff with dipshits

This shit is the mischievous style of the gifted, 

I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid

Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows 

With a new flow medley outgrow when you step back

To the black with a fat rap with a fat sack 

With a little bit a funk in my napsack

Take it back to the brother land 

And I was smotherin' stupid idiots like Tarzan

Givin' back to the brother man and get another land, 

Man gimme it, its Or-land-o

How easy and tight wishin' into the depths 

Up in the sound in the heart of the jungle

Gettin' wild with the art of the rumble, 

Never amount to be smarter than Dumbo

Make 'em mumble, make 'em humble, 

Get me round from the start, you will crumble, 

And you tumble, and you stumble

And I do it like that

From the end to the other end never gonna end, 

Set a trend with the maniac mic clutch

Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job 

My competitors never know the right touch

Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat

Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g

I attack 'em like acne, exactly UGH



[spoken]

Mindless cretins grow through idiosynchrosy 

Peels up, rising up, down



[Lateef]

Steppin' up through the deep, dank murkiness

No telling what is lurking 

I hero it, but will I sense a jerkin

I proceed to bust a buster 

Cuz I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme

Just about impossible to find

What a disgrace to the race of wack mc's 

I am because I choose to stand my ground

FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'

All I know is we've earned every entry attained

And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that

The deeper we're creepin' the more we find sleepin'

And slippin' just shootin' dead lips on a mission

Its missin' the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm

Cuz that just the way we've been livin

And thrive in the essence, survive and its easy

To recognize when analyzing ?the bo?

Surprises the lame in this line and tryin'

To get you to buy into their fantasy world

Can it be damaged the ?emina? bones 

Of the fellas and men thats exploting my culture

Can't understand every breast that you touch 

Was as up ?paper scun? be one hung motherfucker

Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, instead of

Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- meaning to say is that

The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, attack this

I thought we already established the wackness

Presented in the cemented jungle 

By the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin' down

Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and 

Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole flock

We just one magic stock style

I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while

Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or over no mines

Or over no line at the plot

Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle



[spoken]

Now in the beginning of the journey 

Not in time, but in the mind

Imagine the camels being loaded up

The men, loading themselves up

It's a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor

As we start from the top we go to the very bottom

Of a myserious place -- a very mysterious place

What's that I see? Ahhhh



[Lyrics Born]

I can't even describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm

Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont dispute but you knew

You knew Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred

And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer

Making sure Lyrics Born came out his mother's stomach 

Covered with the lyrics that kill

No bumper, right? Cuz mo'fucka

I know you can make colors rhyme

And have the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even

Still take the time big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?

Big up Asia Born, this little bottle

Or that you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words

That you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind

Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs home 

You can't even back a sliver roach, you know

That type shit, and then watch me wreck this stage

Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' around my waist

And then watch me forget -- the way

Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in your heart

Man, cuz if I thought it was just 

Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, lyrics born

And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be like

"Do you remember me?" No, Asia

And you used to play my record on the way to the vapor