i plan on re recording this wheni figure out what's wrong with my damn microphone...flow is ridiculous
asyk saga
Lyrics
I smoke to the ryhtm and blues of the cultered youth
From the middle the century to likek 30 in history
The whole golden era the African ethnicity
Roll bowls of marijuana and expose flows inequities
Loaded triple beams of blow to dispose my miseries
When I toke weed smoke no one can flow with my lyrically
The epitome of symmetry, mind body and spirit
With the ability to bridge the gap between vision and lyric
And fear is the natural enemy of the weak
Allied with the strong in the form of the hammer click of a sawed off
Ya’ll talk trash and ya hands get hacked and sawed off
Hung you half mast on a sinking ship and saw it off
Lord of holocaust and massacre, lord oo life lost in disasters
Lord of the mic, reported lord of the darkest chasm, ans this art he’s mastered
But still slave to the lord of the cross, Christ of nazereth
Fight you bablin bastards with combative parables
Slice ya adams apple for assonance and add you asses to
The long list of lyrical losers and typical toons,
That died a dogs death, tryin to do what I do
And bring ya man, anybody wanna box with the spits
Will get easily schooled and lock jawed, like rotts and pits
Im’ the last messenger, to influence apocalyspe
The beats the drums, the streets the slums,
To eat? The gun or feast on crumbs, the beast
One time, balers elite, you sleep we creep, you die, you weep