Sit at the table with the Gods.
Cloud 9, checking my rhymes even the odds.
Before the shift, J1K upon the track.
Leave them puzzled like "riddle me that", Needle to wax.
Matter fact i could never be wack and judging by the way i start the verse off, You already know that.
N yo we could never front, so we stay in the back.
Training like a warrior until its time to attack.
Your future was looking bright till it faded to black.
The Industry's feeding scraps the Knowledge will keep it phat
And if you ever want some more, you don't even have to ask,
my lyrics are hundred proof, pouring out a secret flask.
Without the mystery, duplicate events or do the history.
Unless you plan on using scudd missiles then you're missing me.
On par, quick with the draw, i'll break your jaw.
Reincarnated - a slave who broke the bars.
And if you make it out of the phase, a SuperStar.
(chorus)
Its all about the cash, the women and supercars.
Its all about the Math, the clothes and marble floors.
Its all about the cash, the women and supercars.
Its all about the Math, the clothes and marble floors.
Its all about the cash, the women and supercars.
Its all about the Math, the clothes and marble floors.
Its all about the cash, the women and supercars.
its all about the Math, the clothes and marble floors.
Reverse Engineer, my vision in 3rd gear.
She looking for a pat on the back, i slap the rear.
Ain't trying to harass, I admire your ass,
The way you shed light reminds me of stained glass.
She's giving me a test, she knows that i'm going to pass,
Intelligent life forms keeping the earth warm.
Wutang, Killabees, nigga we on the swarm.
Hollow tip thoughts I'm hitting them through the arms...
Social conscious hip-hop. The self-described story of people who feel lost, disconnected from their heritage and unwelcome at home. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2016