Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Last of a dying breed.. ; 10:27 PM
Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screems with emotion This my daily devotion, the verses stay deaper then the ocean So hip hop you owe me a promotion Yea i do a little boasting and bragging Whats all the commotion and nagging about? Cuz Im Still the Champ in the west!Cuz rappers get in the booth and i keep dragging them out For they fire at these pink slips im handing them out Cuz this is theatre of the mind Considerate a sign of whats to come next My moneys just fine bank filled with dumb checks Terrorist threat flow, proceed to drop bombs like mr.pump flex But i don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart I do it with the beatbox, i did it from the start I do it for the DJ's, I do it for the chart's The fan gel flow,t.l.e do it cuz it's art I do it for the people, I do it on command I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block I did it for HIP HOPAnd I'm a MC I move the crowd like moses, Like the Red Sea I wear red like roses, Go against me and you'll be dead like roses, Spittin at ya head full of bread like toaster, Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap, And Hip Hop aint dead it just had a heart attack, What you see I keep it pumpin yeah I got that hard back, So just call me Little Turtle or Little Cardiac, Precious like a artifact, Valuable like a quarterback, Hannible like they call me jack, Fall back like a starter hat, Nah did he thought of that, I mean how did he think of that, I mean how did I think of that, Now like a rental bring it back, I mean how did I think of that, I surprise myself sometimes, Someone should throw me a surprise party for every line, Everytime I do what I do I do it dirty like swine for the dirty and fine hip hop I'm alive!
