Lyrics:
finish this poem
How many licks to the center of a hypocrite
All the same, I have been dropping masterpiece after masterpiece
I put out three over
certain
Yea but from here on out its hoofed mare or bare footed urchin
Dig in your person
Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack reason to ribbons
carry books around, manuals are bound in leather
We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle
We free MC's, what we decree will not desert
We've stolen away all that can be
Housing the faceless in books we read
A choice is greater then what lies beneath
Running down the pendulum as it
It took a trillion trials to find the children of smiles and climb that feelin uphill, to build some strong bridges for miles..
Im kinda crooked
Sky's the limit, we exhibit, rhyme tones in the zones
Rough with the smooth, the hot corners turn cold
No easy road, diamonds turning gold on the road
If
from The Winding Stair to the center of the arched
bridge I watch the dance of Dublin slow, falter, change rhythm as
the embered waves sink, the flame
forever
We carry books around, manuals are bound in leather
We rock the center, the only point that's in the circle
We free MC's, what we decree will not
like your aunt does with McDonald napkins
How'd it happen? Honesty did it
See all of my competition at the bodies exhibit
Yeah I bodied the limits
I told you I am the oldest of six children, my parents Goliath and Grendel,
my younger brother Muscle Man, my sisters Lamia and the Three Furies,
but
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
When they pulled in the center of town with
eager eyes the children gathered and bowed
And when the truck stopped from its clumsy crawl
Out stepped
When they pulled in the center of town with eager eyes the children gathered and bowed when the truck stopped from it's clumsy crawl out stepped
books underneath it. That piano was like my home. I did as much as I could with that piano because my parents never got me lessons. It was one thing
they're stacking up papers
Covered in favor
At times I feel like David
Penning my poems this book of psalm the perfect painting
A couple chapters
start a school
Teach em how to tote a book
And not a tool
I wanna be
Lebron James
Despite the impact I make on
The game
It still remains
I just wanna make
you, he need his Rogaine razor blade
Dancin' down ya center this the Soul Train
I'm from where you had to pick a
Side and then defend ya block
Where
just the beginning
The Children soon led me along the grafted hallways of bright learning
To a room with rows and rows of books
In the center was
of the children
I'm buildin' a followin' of a hundred and forty-four thousand
Chosen few heads up in project housin'
A true rapper, street rapper, rappin'
wave caps and bandanas
And I'm the future like
Your bad ass children
I'm just playing my position let
The centers play center
Easy lay up, slam dunk for
court a lot but they are sinners,
Yeah I know they wrote some books that you bought but they are sinners
Yeah I know they got the best looking cars but
to get in the game but my peeps wouldn't allow it
They'd say, "Read them books and write them hooks
Save our children, give 'em a whole new outlook"
So
Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers
Dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang
the world leaders sacrificing children in robes
I ain't falling for those Jedi mind tricks
It's on a need to know basis, y'all ain't needing to know
Feel like
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