Mic Check!! ONE! TWO! (ReaL street corner, pure lyricist,grimey ass lyrics, check)
"THE MOST EFFECTIVE WEAPON AND THE MOST POWERFUL MACHINE IS THE HUMAN BRAIN"
MIC CHECK! MIC CHECK!...
Let me give credit, where the credit is due/
I’m the nicest Guru blessin the booth, since 92/
When pioneers spit views, and premier finessed the 1’s and 2’s/
Its like clockwork when I execute, revered for takin hip hop back to its roots/
Still makin hands touch the roof, cause I rock mics like pendulums to the premium/
Raisin decibel levels like helium, and lyrics I’m dealin em to pump ya full of delirium/
I’m one in a million cause I’m the type of villain that enjoys body heat, pyromaniac/
Cause I ignite the beats to smithereens when I spit kerosene to cats/
No need for a team I stand alone shroudin the soul with just the draw/
Frivolous with the jaw, but still I char the heart of a God when rage is involved/
So take a moment to pause and know life is hard/
Emotional scars stains like shit marks on the white of ya draws/
When the mic palms the claws/
I get more nuts than blacks asses behind prison bars/
But those up to par who wish to spar with these SIXTEEN bars /
Will get their head ripped clean off without just cause so its yo call/
And I don’t stall in stalemates, my sanity pitfalls, and what remains/
Is the mind of a man in a state of Norman Bates mentally goin awol when thoughts collaborate/
The Brain cells split and coagulate, like spitballs Ima spit to rip and penetrate//
Ya earlobe and resonate if you don’t hear straight and if this is the case/
Put the stethoscope to the mixtape or put it to ya chest plate/
Cause if you don’t feel the beat pulsate you must not have a heart rate/
