Kool Moe Dee - Poetic Justice Lyrics
(ladies and gentlemenThere are seven acknowledge wonders of the worldYou are about to witness the eighth)KarmaPoetic justiceWhat goes around, comes around[ verse 1 ]Stop, look, listen, learnPlay with fire and youll get burnedYou think you want some but you dont want noneA fight on the mic, you dont want oneI turn the heat on, proceed to beat onAny soft sap who think hes gon-Na come in my realm when Im at the helmNightmares a joke when Im on elmStreet, sleep but you dont dreamAwaken, achin, takin codeineNow youre tryin to o.d.Cause you dont want none of moe deePain relievers wont relieve yaSuicide wont do it eitherEven after I cremate youIma re-incarnate youBring you back for another roundJust to put you back in the groundOver and over againWhen is it over? it endsWhen I die but I wont die, dont tryRhyme forever, huh, why wont iCrush whoever tries to crush thisHurt like the truth, poetic justicePoetic justice[ female voices ]What goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around (2x)Doing justice to poetry[ verse 2 ]This is a flurry, a fist of furyA rhyme so fast that it has to blurryYour vision, dont wink, blink or stop to thinkOr you might miss the next rhyme, inkFlows from the brain to the penAnd comes alive when the thought transcendsFrom the pen to the paper and paper to tape, andA tape to wax and back to the tape, a-Nother hit which you cant get withA brainiacll react, but a nitwitCant relate, he cant hold the weightThe rhymes too deep and he sleeps awakeThe comatose need a double doseCause kool moe dee dont rhyme like mostSimplified rhymes or out of the normBut I simplify as Im to performRecords for the pop? ? ? ? playlistThe pop jocks dont play thisIn an intent to hold rap backThey stop the hard and play the wackThey play the weak cause the weak wont speakBut that just makes a fan go seekA station that they know will bust this(whos on the radio) poetic justicePoetic justice[ female voices ]What goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around (2x)Doing justice to poetry[ verse 3 ]Poetic, phonetic, genetic, fanatic- you connect itThose who chose to oppose are foesAnd usually cant grow afrosAs the rhyme flows the spirit growsBut only those with a pure soul knowsThe relevance of the beat of the drumAnd where its comin fromFor those of you who just dont listenHeres the second boat youre missinJust like noah had you swimminRaps the warnin of an endinOf an era, a reign of terrorOver like a nova, never everTry to amplify the lieThe truth wont die, and thats why iA versatile child of the nileSpeak with a ghetto style, and meanwhileThe reason I relate to the youthIs pure souls can feel the truthThe poisoned souls have tried to stop itBut just stop it, cause hip-hop isFrom our roots, and you cant touch thisThis is our ancestors poetic justicePoetic justice[ female voices ]What goes around, comes aroundGoes around, comes around (2x)Doing justice to poetry
