As regarding rhythm to the pulse in the sequence of the musical phrase

not in sequence of a metronome, kick your lyrical theory



[VERSE 1: Laquan]

Mic-check, turn my microphone up

When I speak throat muscles tone up

Switch the pitch, find a style to stick with

And let my words flow like liquid

As I unfold and swing an episode

Notion in motion at a constant drift

I excel, rebel to fail, teach as well

Show and prove, show and tell

Many fade like a fad or phase

Yo, I'ma stand for days and decades

News ask: What's Laquan's task?

Fame and freedom and it's soon to come

The response is snaps and handclpas

Chuck perfect cuts, I project raps

I'm livin positive, those that are negative will fear me

As I present my theory



[VERSE 2: Laquan]

Step in a full step, packin a full load

Rhythm is progress, the style is swing mode

It's like I transform when words are perfected

And you are infected and g's are collected

The slammin bass upholds the style I carry

Rhymes were written in ink and stationary

Face to face you're lookin in the mirror

I have a project, you can't consider it

Dance material pumpin through your stereo

The mic is loud so words will come clear to you

Place it on your tables, cut it, eat it

Yo, I'ma feed this cause many need this

Black lyrical episode

Let knowledge unfold, guide the lost souls

Down a new road to a better life

It seems you haven't been livin right

Well, let's put in effect a resurrection

Lead the lost ones in a new direction

Victory isn't given, it's taken

Trapped in my lyrical lake, no escapin

Non-stop words identified as a poem

You start to fear me

As I present my theory



So deep I'm livin inside the track

Yo Epic, bring the break back



[VERSE 3: Laquan]

Samples coast in a circular motion

Metaphors as smooth as lotion

Silence, you're on a journey, I'm the pilot

I have a train of lyrics, ride em

Follow my path as the concepts leads ya

Slavin with a cravin and I'ma feed ya

Knowledge I bring in a full swing rhythm

Manifest your best, the aim is towards success and bypass the criticism

Often I sit alone and wonder

Why would one keep another under?

It's the wicked one's process

To not let one progress his best

I project my vocals clearly

To express my theory

Yo, this lyrical theory