My People
Emcee Graffiti
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I'm a Five-One-Eighties baby, raised in the 90's Raised in a place where recreation is grimey Safety is a grace that might increase the face sightings Of the crazy space pirate baby ladies by I-90 Where a lot of old friends are found face down in a gutter And the most beautiful women around are single mothers With that grey toothed stocking cap laugh as a cover For the paid dues, rocking dead last for their troubles In the summer everybody wears a bear-skin grin Not even D.A.R.E. dares swim where the mayor fears sin I declare Saint Claire's ain't as clear as paint smears Eight pairs, fake parents care, careless with their kids It's a parent that I'm living in a barrel full of spit Like a pharaoh, I'm adorned with a sterile pair of tits On a chick that'll never bare a sense of any wit I repent for all the pestilence that present in these scripts, like And my people are the... Ones you never hear about unless another albums out You run your mouth and Tao'll take all of you fuckin cowards out 'Cause the folks I like to lounge around are born to dowse the ground in towns With alcohol and burn it for the perfect sound Merchants of the dirty realm, servants from the furnace hell First to show their courage by dispersing all their current wealth To start again, raise up from the struggle, just to say they can You pray amen, I pray a man will prey upon your dearest friends Peerless with a clan of soldiers, fearless of the damn commotion Cannon flowin', mannerisms damage any fan or ronin Panoramic myriad of arrogance, the barrel smokin Pyramids of emcee skulls illustrate the opus Dead sea scrolls are open, jottin down the notes I'm quoting Limitless the, the message never misses like a single woman Killin kids, like writing all my choruses in sand My rapport is my remand, kalashnikov is in my hand, and blam They say Dreaming is dead, and no one does it anymore This waking life is interpreted much like a metaphor Except for your only guarantee is there's an end to your Book report, hand it in, n let's review the final score An "A" in mediocrity, an "F" in helping poverty A "B" in being boring and my D up in your hotties cheeks Quite possibly, your odds of survival were not of quality I'm silently watching my rivals try and revive their weak Similes and rhyme schemes, the killing fields that I breed Are thrilling as Dephyant spitting images at high speeds Military mind meets the reason that you fear the darkness Peel apart the mirror to reveal the recently departed Death Note, pen strokes, flesh kept within these compartments Best known as dead foes, wall paper my brains apartment Call upon the sacred armor, carving out the way of Dharma Karma logic monster, Kabballah father of fallen prophets
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