Yo.. 



Yo.. 



Rhyme to the rhythm 

When I slip in to the zone 

And zero deep into the ruse 

It's to astonish my opponents 

When I'm on it like I own it 

Make the whole galaxy call it scripted 

Held ya deep within a different world 

Lightly, so only are to wane vain main 

Never plain, stained brains 

Try to elevate from here 

Not just to simply maintain 

To the vain bang boogie watch my spirit blang blang 

I don't need no change of jewelery 

I don't need a dang thang 

Hang, rappers like you 

That don't produce a realer(?) product 

It's my soul's interpretation 

If you want it, hey I got it 

Only so much time alotted 

Many thoughts that must be jotted 

Clearing out the mind that's clotted 

Not I'm writting on some 'Pac shit 

In the month of august, take a break out to the farthest 

Region on my rocketship 

Now y'all MC's can eat my starter 

See the crew I rep is Quannum 

Y'all the bench, we the starters 

We the meal, the main course 

For your belly, y'all some tottlers 

Keep it modest, open honest 

I don't claim to be the hardest 

Killer, wit' a gun, I really, only wanna be a artist 

Travel the entire atlas, global trotter 

Got a lot a proper type of sharper, riper, I can concentrate(?) to offer 



In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse(?) just passing 

Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear 

Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid 

For some pyschedelic clarity to breath within the madness 



When you're out and you're far away from home 

And your heart and your mind, they start to roam 

Fallin' out from the time they spark the zone 

Seein' girls from the night they got you stoned 



When you're out and you're far away from home 

And your heart and your mind, they start to roam 

Fallin' out from the time they spark the zone 

Seein' girls from the night they got you stoned 



Left the planet Earth to get a wider like perspective 

On the bigger picture, now I'm steady cruising through the nebula 

Headed out to Mars, with souls and minds are more connected 

Built with elders how to conquer 

Ignorance the mighty predator 

I be the cosmic editor 

And when it rains I let it pour 

And if I'm sure I'm Thor, I guess I'll be the lyric pedd-a-ler 

I'm deadly with the medley 

Steady, ready with the metaphor 

MC's are R.I.P. if they love life they why they said it for? 

Headed for your head, it's gonna erupt, I'm blowing up 

And popping this, it's cool I be the judge and jury 

With the Johnny Cochran savvy, plus I hit the cabby green up really often 

When I'm rocking like I rock it now, stopping is not an option 

How a biased force subsided, never will run outta ammo 

Used to build with pharoahs, riding through the desert on a camel 

Ran into a camel by the name of Joe thought he was wacko 

All he did was smile and pose and get my folks hooked on tobacco 

I crackle as I rap, I pro attack a slacker 

Never clever, sever heads 

I'm clever, yes, I'll never dread a battle 

If they white, they put they thumbs up up like fists if it's an afro 

In the Bay I'm hella tight and plus I'm filthy in Seattle 



In the middle of the sky, you see my Drella glimpse(?) just passing 

Middle of the night, it's dusty, yet it's clear 

Like as if you dipping your third eye into a tab of liquid acid 

For some pyschedelic clarity to breath amongst the madness 



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