The Resurrection (feat. Lashaa)
Mike Storey
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Are you ready, for the Resurrection The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons Bringing lyricism back in the game Restoration of, honor back, into the name Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack The Consciousness... educate, entertain Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah Yo... they brought me out, to try to change, the rap game So this is for the folks... tired of the same thang Yeah... Now I'm smokin 'em like opium My rhymes come in 16 round clips, I'm loadin 'em I slowly aim, then I start to bust Lyrical lead... craterin the side of ya head No exit wounds, riddled wit bullets, laced wit metaphors Hollow-tipped similes... they open ya energy Centers... they realignin ya chakras VIbration of harmonies, metaphysical opera Like Deepak Chopra I've spoken to the spirit inside, it woke up Animated from a deep sleep, in the pit of my body Spiritual siren, now the sleeping giant arises The Resurrection of Osiris baby I got my Anhk back, and now I know these tyrants hate me But see the only thing that hatin will git you Is an overdevelopment of mental issues So while you hatin on my conscious swag I'm learnin ya tricks and games, so I lessen my pain Tryna bring real change to rap songs, they lack substance Spittin rhymes, but they talkin bout nothin Most of you brothas is doin what the Masters say You playin the game... just the way they want you to play You about that street Life, so you is a street walker Steady prostitutin yaself... to false altars Worshippin all these material things Money and women... cars and clothes... fame and bling You not teachin ya kids, a damn thing But bad habits, illusions of a lifestyle lavish Tragic... below average intelligence You own stuff that depreciates... but nothin of real relevance Development is the essence... of intelligence Anything contrary... is simply negligence Negligence... of the natural order Tryna git a date wit Destiny, but you can't afford her Are you ready, for the Resurrection The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons Bringing lyricism back in the game Restoration of, honor back, into the name Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack The Consciousness... educate, entertain Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah My 6th Sense, is in tune, it moves smoove, like Sine waves Patternized to align, with the Divine ways Stay on the move, cuz in one place, I cant stay 1-Sixteenth, like a Trion Re Re-Amon... Son of the Re... Ray of the light Enlightened the Buddha... then I gave life to the Christ The Christ in me... So my friend quantity's limited Unlimited in thinking, so I'm knowin no limits So eternal like the Vesica Pisces, precisely The replication of Truth... I think I might be Winged girl on my shoulder, I call her Nike Hold a Blood Moon in my hand, call me the Night King 42 Rings, for 42 Laws 42 Glyphs... painted on the side of my jaws The Cube is a masculine shape, The Circle is feminine If flair is panache, then finesse is the synonym The fire in my eye-lids, keepin me heated Repeatedly double my knowledge like a Binary Sequence Scopin out the Fruit of Life... in the Flower of Life Sharpen my vision... so my eyes cut like a knife Razor sharp... slicin from the bottom to top A river of rhymes... so my dope flow never stops Seriously, lyrical, tactil fractil, wow Yo... You got a question, you should probably ask, now Orc Cloud, surrounds ya Star System I absorb orbs of lords, to gain wisdom Wormholes are portals and not tunnels I pummel Star-gates wit grace, and form funnels I tick, like the metronome, Attack of the Clones Cobra Command... plannin in the Terrorist Dome Phobos Monolith... cuz I'm standin tall on ya block The tick to the tock... stocked Moon rocks in the Boondocks Silver Nitrate coursin my veins Protectin my lyrical spirit from Vampiric etherics My spoken words, are my verbal mementos I'm Element 5... I'm the Numero Cinco, Elemento Pretzelized ya mind... I gotcha twisted Dark Matter all in my lyrics, a Black Mystic I guess ya missed it, I curved the ball You'll never admit it, but pride comes before the fall Got my Masters, so I'm certified to teach Undefeatable... kinda like Invictus speech I soothe the beat... like a Eucalyptus leaf... Oral stimulation, call it cunnilingus speak... yeah Are you ready, for the Resurrection The Resurrection of the Hip Hop Daughters and Sons Bringing lyricism back in the game Restoration of, honor back, into the name Creativity is gone, so we bringin it back Similes and metaphors, punch lines, attack The Consciousness... educate, entertain Stimulate ya from ya feet, to the top of ya brain... yeah
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