It�s like farrakahn say,--a new thing is happening today.
it�s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain�t got-ta pay.
but the ancients stress patience. the agent knowledge ancients.
if i take my time, what can i can�t spit
don�t exist. the moment bliss, myself and i kiss,
you know it�s bonafide, certified hotness
from the muthafreakin� major deegan
to the 5 interstate. mildly penetrate, like the khalua
place the homogenized. to bass i philosophize.
grace the demonic guys and space. i�m outta dodge.
my interests include flow, love and war.
the hip championship i�m thuggin� for.
so take the flyest rook�s rhyme book like a leak
and freak. page 43: the jet beauty of the speak.
now i don�t really know but some city said
the grand came through, left this kid mic for dead.
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
What up star? word to kenneth, we ain�t in the same.
you better off spectatin�, speculatin� the aim.
rest assured, i got the fresh mature listeners locked
on some extra-next-texturized imagery stock.
inspired by only the desire to be
the mega-interworld poster man-child for emcee.
Ya minglin� wit mayhem slim-
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
If this ain�t ill, dub don�t commence wit the drum fill
and it don�t take a late night to make it tight.
willie bigger than a billy squier beat but comprehends
none of what i speak.
him see-through cuz him pretend.
now i don�t really know but some city said
the grand came through, left this kid mic for dead.
from the front page of final call, "genocide"bellowed.
they ain�t understand this kid mic was made of metal.
i jetted though, runnin� for good credit of course
cuz rap shit own my life since james brown was the source.
and girls act stupidly when i be spillin� �em
Text --like they chest was silicon and i was feelin� em.
but they numb, dumb in the skull as i be cold getting
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim, it�s soul-splittin�-
Pick up the pieces like the bread that be jesus
with the welch�s that�s the blood.
i know you felt like half a thug
when i came in the door, spit somethin� raw,
then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour.
yo, salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin�.
who�s bacon? biblically, it�s mine for the takin�.
technically, the recipe is unwritten
cuz all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin� the era.
Ya minglin� wit mayhem slim-
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
ya minglin� wit mayhem slim
This is the grand age.
clear the stage.
recommit. get on some other shit.
you in the grand age nigga. clear the stage.
yom-sayin�.
bounce!