From the 8th Dimension, I rap, I rhyme, I write, I make, I art, i mess, I math, I perform, I feel, I share, I learn, I impress
Quannum Observation forth-sent by i, SM's, etx. Brain juice in the form of word-like structures.
Can I have a try? Yeah,, no ... i have an idea i promise Hey this thing is pretty cool... I'd say it's even stellar Awesome sauce perhaps pretty nifty tight n killer Oh so dope its crispy clutch, fabulously nasty The illest groovy gravy bombs bitchin classy Those kick-ass grinding burgers fetch da the meat straight of the hook Flossy righteous smooth as butter like cool-beans good Stylin' fly slick n vicious skippy def so hood Legit like a boss the primest brick book The radical fantastic fizz the razor-sharp swag The illest of the dopalicious bingo straight smash Cold-blooded raging so B. A. Boom Keep it bad and hunky dory horrorshow rude out of sight and off the rack the bees knees crucial Sweet fresh phat pickles wicked spoon boss dude Brilliant madness cruisin rad in cat's pajamas To the max, just the most, spiffy trill all up to code A savvy fine and able Ace exquisite Hip and Bold
My
mind's made up of hip hop, at night it’s all I know
As
soon as I get home my speakers lure me to the zone
It’s
time to greet the beat, release the emcees if I dare
I
flip upon my electronics let the music fill the air
As
waves invade the space the state of being escalates Mentally I can relate and
levitate beyond the hate
My
body’s diggin’ tappin’ toes my head is nodding don’t you know
The
beat is hella phat I can feel it in my bones
From
the funky jazz tracks to the stack of golden classics, rap turntable
bliss, brutal rappers can you get with this?
A
lil' gangsta stylin', some underground wylin', smiling from these
conscious rappers energy supplyin’.
The
wack mcs stay at the door, the major labels I deplore
This
independent sound I found I certainly adore,
Like
i said before i take the sounds by the pound,
I
pour the emcees through my ears and gargle rhymes around, - I get fresher
every session bit my tongue but now I spit it - And these days most the time
I dream in rap i must admit it
(Chorus)
It’s
something in the bass, its emcees i can taste.
When
it drops I never stop, I feel that musical embrace
My
days belong to rappers that are dope and rhyme with grace,
While
too many suckas chase the flow but cannot keep the pace...
It’s
something in the bass, its emcees I can taste
Don't
knock i wanna bump cause this hip-hop takes the trump my days belong to
rappers with the skills and not the stunts
Command
respect and give it, raps a universal art form
The
worlds got rappers scattered tearing microphones apart (yo) With lyrics deep
and clever emcees get requested faster,
But
for now I'm scooping all the master rappers on a platter,
I
feast on rappers like I'm famished blasting tracks together, The melodies and
beats I eat are so sick a disaster , I need it faster - All these rhymes
are mine to keep - Although I sit alone I feel these lyrics and they deep
You
can try to bomb me (You can try to catch
the vibe)
analyze
me can’t define me (Rap along n memorize)
my
minds divine heavenly entwined like with Ghandis (My mic guided by devout Machi policy divine)
its
gonna take more than an astrologist to knowledge this (Its gotta take guts to amplify a freestyle)
even
a biologist can’t even get with this exotic-ness (After all them lines it ain’t gon’ hit
without impeccable timing)
Cats
at my front door, monkey on my back
Ill
blacken up your foot stick u knee deep in the soot
cause
I do it like a queen get u stuck like a rook
your
name (break) not worthy of the books
I’ve
seen tighter rappers on a candy bar, crook
my
mind is made of hip hop the rest of it they took
(Chorus)
Just
don't be alarmed if i don't give a darn
i
try to pay attention but you seem to lack the charm
from
the underground come the styles (break) that i chase
i
say welcome to the earth meet a creature from space
Probing
people asking what they think love is worth
Cause
I think we all like cousins... and this is all family turf
Lace
your sneakers, clean your beakers,
I’m
a fixin’ to be mixin’ an elixir cataclysmic,
An
illicit tincture most exquisite for my bizness,
the
rest of you be digging’- yet you cant even get the picture,
cause my essence came from neitche, plus the
KRYS, yea the teacher
I
been seeping in the beefs, get thesis phd’s
reaching
for a crew supreme that you never can defeat
Kick
it to the opposition keep em obsolete
I
be repping who who wu cause a YOKE connecting we
helpin'
out the folks hoppin' to the hokey pokey
when
the heads come together we keep it okey dokey (and low key)
(Chorus)
My days are made of hip-hop - no matter what
the case