To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine I design like a composer Blow you like a soldier Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure Grab a mic n' set it like I'm wettin' su'n' with my heater MC's get wet 'cause they be sweatin my procedure Crimes I design remove stress Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be If I die, live niggaz gunshots'll honor me Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies Criminology, it's just a ghetto nigga prophecy I got to be laid back, empower property Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees Quite possibly I might even chop a ki ''cause even when I chill the D's are still clockin' me Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines There ain't a mother fucka stoppin' me Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic I'm sagittarius, the archer, live breed, Dimes leave keys to they apartment I snipe mc's like a marksman Heat of a arson And I'll freeze ya' mind like a breeze from the Arctic Seize like the narcsters When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya' nostrils You seek enlightment you can be my disciple Son I don't wanna be in Queens house with my boo Stressed out because case supreme might indict you I do what I got to do survive I've slung jums n' bottles Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows A man child command crowds in smooth apparel Write quite elustrious n' live like a pharaoh My destiny's to spread my wings like a sparrow My pen's addicted to men who've been convicted Every housin' projects I've repped the realness Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit' killers, chill wit' dealers I ain't really feelin' niggaz rhymes these days I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line's engraved Like a gemstar inside a plate I'm tryin to live 'cause I'mma die one day If Crime don't pay My currency's defined off the rhymes I say I'mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs' assassination I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason ''cause self-preservation is the first law of nature I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze Rhymes like these, leave ya' mind at ease (*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*) Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com