My style has no birth
Record. You might know when my record was born, or how I
Play my favorite classics till the needles are gone. And true
Say, you might know how my mom’s push in seventy
Six, turned my world view, inside out in one
Day. But this goes back, further than that. Further
Than rap, before that first hospital slap. Way
Beyond the confines of joy and pain, further than pride and
Shame. Older than the foundation of the food chain. To
Born the understanding of an equal cipher. With the
Consistency of daylight, I shine so bright. I check,
One two, but I ain’t talkin’ bout no mic. I check
One Two, to calculate the science of life, to add
Things right and take care of my business. Allowing me to
Handle my pleasure like a pirate does treasure. My
Rhymes are buried too deep to measure by the sands of the
Hour glass in other words built to last.
I KEEP IT
TIMELESS BECAUSE I TAKE MY TIME WITH IT.
RESPECT GOES OUT TO CIVILIZED AND COMMITTED. “CAUSE
ONCE YOU HEAR THE CAPITAL” J, “RAP IT’LL STAY,
WITH YOU FOR AWHILE, AND IT WON’T GO AWAY”. I KEEP IT TIMELESS, BECAUSE I DO MY THING
REGARDLESS OF THE STRESS THAT YOUR LIFE MIGHT BRING.
ONCE YOU HEAR THE CAPITAL J RAP IT’LL STAY WITH YOU FOR A WHILE .
What do you do when you got
Twenty, two minute tasks and ten minutes to deal
With it, and for the first five you bullshitted? This
Scenario, really best describes our folks, it’s like,
Devils got plans and niggas got jokes. Like an
Under dog team got hopes. But, hoop dream
Buzzer beaters choke when yawl triple teamed point guards
Go nuts. Power corrupts. And it’s a shame cause the
Hardest working’ squad gets left with a donut. The
Front runners say so what. They can’t back their home
Team cause they got no guts. And high scorers check
Stats, but they still have yet to win. Plus
Tomorrow they’ll be ridin’ the bench once again. So you
See, in this game of life, I’m not trying to be the MV
P, cause the enemy’s the clock, and the referee.
Because it’s obvious the world is out of order. I
Hope you wake up, because we’re in the fourth quarter yawl.
REFRAIN
Who pays dues plus
Sales tax, just to paint a picture with a thousand
Words, only to find out your vision’s is blurred. It’s
Absurd, yet it’s still observed, how the brilliance of
Blackness is lost when a sights unheard. As old
Rhyme styles fester like dreams deferred. New
Styles might shine at God’s speed indeed. While some
Still, “wear the mask that grins and lies”. Hides
Cheeks and shades eyes, but I’m not surprised. It’s no
Disguise, cause my five eye’s remain all wise. No
Excuse, cause the innocent are still downsized. No
Escape, we remain robbed killed and raped till you
Take back your mind and extract the lies. But
Until then, I still utilize my pen, to lead the
Lamb from the slaughter and the horse to the water.
Continuing to face the stress of life’s test. With
Rhymes that impress the best cause my mind is Timeless.
REFRAIN

INVIA LE CORREZIONI