Aphi
i've gathered my powers through countless hours in the basement. so just face it. my word placement is just too much for the amateurs
who manage to damage everything that we givin' to y'all.
all who hear the call. na, we won't fall. ball, we don't stall.
keep it movin'. see we provin' we doin' whatever it takes.
with a pen, any mission is possible just listening to the music we make.
my life is nothing but a word in which god creates
[chosen1]
rockin' non-stoppin' poppin' unlocking the marred visions/ and sneaking up on people tweaking seeking 'cause god's missin/the deacons won't heed it speaking on weekends will not listen/ by leakin' his pen it's making it possible for missions/ (but look) you tryin' to get bombed on/ oversteppin' your time zones/
watches steadily tock and while we rock/ you gettin' a rhyme jones/
claiming 'no god' with dirt-made eyes you looking but gotta be blind, homes/ vexed by his perfection 'cause you were blessed from the first line on
Jurny
ay i speak a street slang whenever iand'm given the chance
catch these words way outta line they finna dance
a dancin alphabet spellin out fresh as well as called
could slang a verb from off the head since about 13 i balled
but ay dude you just way too street thats what i heard
i suppose cuz i learned the dirt from them west covina curb
and i been catchin resistance since i first started way back
cuz the fact is this young cat will let them suckas know they wack
[lazarus]
genetically engineered by god to spit lyrical venom/ now skills are stained in my genes but won't fade out like denim/ i'm making weapons with words and sentences when i'm pennin' 'em/ murdering tracks with adrenaline now i'm a lyrical felon/ it's past my third offense and i'm facing life imprisonment but i'll be out in less than 8 bars no doubt if i'm diligent/ shakespeare's equivalent/ young black and militant/ vigilant/ isn't it funny how pens make the impossible limitless
Dax
check this out
you see i never forgot it when i was first told it
or when i was first misquoted
got too hot for me to hold it
i wrote it on 8 stars... lifetime of the 8 bars
in a matter of 8 days, i died 8 different ways
that's four aches and 82 scars
but after 8 seconds passed i forget it
go on for the next complex mission
It seems as though i'm a missionary on text
a visionary with bounced checks
still owe for the last rendition
but now in a better position to collect
[big rec]
ink flowin' from this regiment/ pen nullify negligence of supposedly heaven-sent/ men run in your residence/ in 12-seconds who knows if/ my mic will become an explosive/ mechanism to w[rec]k corrosive/ restoring the land to respect/ reconcile: representative of rhythmic-roller-coaster-riding/ refuse to be rippin' repetitive/ rhymin' ridiculous reachin' the peak/ while your canvas gets sanded/ this savage opposite-amateur [is] opting to manage your path/ while dropping your baggage/ and life to your cabbage i speak
