Lyricist Lounge Vol. 1 Al - Lyrics Lyrics

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Yo...
Microphone yo... corazon yo...

What you say son?

Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals
Hannibal canibals lurkin in streets which are flammable
A rastless, hustler's aimin, for the intangible meat
I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible
Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural
Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural
Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide
Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died
Nuttin's correct to life it's lopside, and c___eyed
I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my glock hot
Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable
Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital
Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable
Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical
To know it to show it the poet'll grab the Moet
I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it
Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream
So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed
Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed
Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we
So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you
No doubt son

Check it
I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential
The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil
Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental
Kickin s___ like orientals far from gentle I'm essential
When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it
Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it
Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre
Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner
My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal
Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle
While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral
Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you
to head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you
and I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static
Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks
Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the t__anic
I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite
Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic
I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic
Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it
A genuflection goes out, to those in correction
for recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection
So use protection when you step in my direction
Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section
There's no reflection, in this professional selection
Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection
Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection
So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son

House of Reps, KD, what?
Yeah, you know the deal son, keep it real son
You know the deal son, keep it real son