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for everyday of the week
Homey, don't speak on me
I'm the one and only gift the Unholy poetry

Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry
Oh...the
power, to worship strength
Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work
Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers
And all the bells
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress

[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once

They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols
Plotting on murdering motherfuckers
I feel I'm a threat to high powered MC's
Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze
From being approached by The Genius of rap
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress

[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
brain
The thoughts I would have
would drive most insane
The band playin' Rain
Gettin' Down wit' Jimmy
Hendrix, and Page
Make up the rage
Back in
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress

[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
fake sucker
You slipped your slack, you cock me and you're wack
While I'm reading "On The Road" by my man Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta
Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin
Side by side I rock with the Pharoahe
Watch you decomposin MC's, and look there's only a shadow
Too late,
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see 
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but 
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*

[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*

[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
need was a 
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow
a hair trigger
Semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man - grow on trees
Criminal
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta
please set-tle down

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta
{"Testify!"} 

[Styles P:] 
Time I testify, listen 
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? 
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real 
And why nobody flip when
free
Believing what we need
Haven't heard anything about poetry
They only know their painful greed

Don't ever trust those who say they know
Those
helps him rot
Freedom screams through a sky, wounded by a culture shock
Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot

His philosophy was to be up, you