Roots - Distortion To Static Lyrics
[black thought]Ayo i'm just a lyracist, marijuana commencedMy personna is blissed, the most pure connoisseurOf literature, that beast on the mic, like a dinosaurMaking y'all want more as we enter the encoreKid i'm every mc, it's all in meFor all eternity i represent in southern phillyIndeed as i thought i proceed and make mc's bleedFake mc's need to take heedThe essence of my presence is a seedKid i got styles you wouldn't believe?impress my rap league?The roots poetic and you're patheticI'm laughing at mc's paragraph, illiterates can't readOr can't seem to conceive, or construct a productThat don't suck, but record companies do not give a *****That's why forever after you will hear the laughterAs i flip the rap chapter you'll be on your back afterIt's the master microphone magicianDo work that make the people listenThoughts in mind glisten as your rhyme's missingHold tight, let's do this rightCause i can see we got a lot of mc's that need insight tonightIt's like..."ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *vocally scratched by rahzel*[malik b]Now if your vision's still blurry, i'm a underline the turnsFlip the page, synonyms, your minimum, wageSo i's a cash it, black thought, my squad so niggas blast itIn sections, no questions get askedStill no sequel, equality means equalCause equality is weI enter your dimension with my tensionCause i rhyme in such a non-tense, niggas will mind thisIlladelphiatic, my culture might approach ya when i distort to staticIf it's drama let's have itBroke, you're selling coke, then you know my staff will grab itThen drive off in traffic, with the paper mathematicBut back to the topic, the roots dropping shit upon your opticQuite clever, like the right weatherEvery (every) body (body) it's not like the hills of beverlyThese creeps you niggas never seeGet the picture? here's a mixture of a medlyPeace to the players on smedelyBaby, they say weak threats and you wonder what's next"ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *vocally manipulated by rahzel*[dice raw]One time, for the mind when i exactThe lyrical styles of a contact like karateI'm driving down the streets in a mazeratti pimping your hottieI'm living snotty, buying the clothes of john gottiAn ill brother, want to test me kid? i'm an ill niggaWear only tommy illfiger, so go figureI'm a bad brother, word to motherYou can never touch me with lyrics that's sloppyI'm like a prophet and you can't stop meI prohecy my prophecil is prophecized by d.z.I see he, r-a-w, who the ***** are you?Any other way i roast your ass at a barbequeSplit skittles, my dick on you will get split from your toes toYour wig, aww shit, here comes dice rawThe kid who never took a bad fallOn "the lesson," rapping is my professionYou can never censor me out with parental discretionLyrically i get toxic with rappersMy nuclear weapon a missle, keep it over my backIn a holster, pimping the wack mc's like hoes toI'm broke like your mom's toasterYou can't fade me or degrade me, lyrically i get excellent, bYou want to reach my planet where i'm hard like granite?Packing mother*****ers up, and freaky like janetYou could never touch me, sonWhen i always represent and get the job doneLogan valley represent, peace to my niggas m.a.r.s.I'm hitting you over your head making you see starsSo back up, don't make me act up, you'll get smacked upPhysically backed up and sold to grey bands in southvilleWell i mean northvilleI get ill, and i kill at will!"ayo i'm every mc, it's all in me" *rahzel does his thing*"dice riggedy raw!" *scratched by the one and only rahzel*
