Just Ain't Dope (My Style)
Written By: ELEETE
My scriptures are written lyrics that'll burn the gimmicks...
When you hear it I'll turn your image like your words dimished...
My soul yurns to comform an reform the rhythmic...
Your turn is finished, should've known I cant be learned or mimicked...
Like a mystic magician, my wizadry cripples all competittion...
I'm like Jesus on a mission to bring you all of god's religions...
I would open your mind, If my lyrics could cut like an incision...
I'm divine in sight so I can see truth through the lies in vision...
Even though emcees say I just aint dope enough...
No hope for luck, the road I chose at the fork is rough...
I got kids callin me out like "ELEETE your flow just sucks"...
Shit makes me want to choke my throat till my vocals erupt...
Check my expression when pressure is pressed against me...
You attempt to tempt me but the gauges have measured empty...
I'm in school with kids, like an adult trapped in elementary...
This is the documentary of a an emcee whos words are alimentary...
But now sadness absorbs my status, im comformed in madness...
Thoughts are morbid, tragic, my soul's been scorched to ashes...
Body stored in blackness, these visions are horrid lapses...
Playing in my head...torturous sights of corpse in masses...
I just wanted you to feel the nostalgic spirit resident thats evident...
A style so intelligent, its apparent, wack shit here is irrelevent...
Evidence shows perfection when combining the elements...
It takes dedication, development of a mind beyond intelligence...
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