A Weapon Of Choice
The Presence Of Noise Continues Through The Sentence Of Poise
A Weapon Of Choice, Is Performed Through The Blessin’ Of Voice..
Essence Is Moist, Every Verse Consists Of A Lesson And Point
Progressions' A Ploy, Combat Is Addictive So You're Tempted To Join..
But Now You're Divided Through Your Plains, Hidin’ In The Fame
Holdin’ On Tight, Cuz Tomorrow You Could Be On The Side Of The Train..
The Ride Could Be Over, And Inside Of Your Brain, Is A Mind And A State
A Perfect Picture Of A Winner Intertwined With A Break..
The Break, Represents The Time And The Take, Of The Rhyme And The Rate
Because The Grind That You Make.. Is Blind To The Hate..
But If You're Blind To The Hate.. There's No Guide To The Place
That Holds The Holy Stake, That Keeps Your Eyes On The Fate..
Everything, Is Bowed From A Tie To A Lace, That’s Keepin' Pride In Ya' Face
No Lies, Is Your Taste.. 'Cause You Don’t Fly To The Fake..
But This Ride Is A Haste.. So You Jus' Ply To The Paste
An' Rely On Your Weight.. An' The Pies That You Bake..
But The Food On The Table, Is Stale For Your Health, So You 'Hail' For The Help
You Try To Grab Tight To The Rail For Yaself, But You Fail To The Bells..
So I'm runnin' to the gates with my weapon of choice
I keep on stressin' the point, there's too much mess in the joint
And with so pleasant a voice, y'all just can't seem to resist
My music beams through the mist to cut it clean through the list
