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An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
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Verse 1
I swear to god you better hold on to the calm before the storm
i know that brief piece of peace aint enough to keep my season warm
been out gathering momentum… I been gone..
inside the waters hibernating & y'all been waitin' way 2 long
so ima treat this like my swan song n ace my approach
then blanket the 48 with cocaine coast to coast
Spoke 2 God 1st told him what hip-hop mean to me
i said what's the weather Synopsis? then he chopped me off a beat
radars! pickin' me up now technology got em knowin'...
they said it was something wicked out in the pacific & it's about to blow in
counter clockwise ima rewind the times
turn every city into another Atlantis category 5 live when i chant this
chances of survival is thin, plasma baths n shit swim the aftermath grim
my appetite slice ear to ear
i’m hungry for the mic & thirsty for the atmosphere ..
Verse 2
i’m a chip off the original batch say shit that’l blow mind
Like “fuck the underground!†step into my cold mine….
Down here throwing darts @ beats so you can see my art dangle
I’m arctic when I bang keepin’ glaciers in the chamber
Sparkin’ anger like the star spangle, entangled
my thoughts came to the fork in the road took the dark, angle
& seen a strangler stranglin' Michael the arch angel
heart hangin out of his anus wings snapped in half the language
of this land is anguish dangerous can't explain it
blood floodin' every canal plugging up the city’s drainage
rain is not in the forecast just ash inside of carnage
heat backing out of chambers dipped up inside of the stainless
anarchists brakin’ the government & u a target
decomposed body parts & abandoned cars parked on carcasses
starvin' people in the parks eatin' up out the garbage
welcome to my mind set ….survival of the hardest….
Verse 3
Abrasions on the earths surface as the acid rain drops
kickin rocks apocalypse on the block my hip hop
It come & go as it please leavin’ em trees on the ground
u wilin’ out when I’m out n about but u chill when I come around
look @ you shook icicles hangin’ off your nose
i’m keepin u and everything u linkin’ up wit froze
from ya engineer to ya track board to the point ya mic is worthless
i’ll turn ya whole studio floor into a icy surface
don’t slip money get a grip these plates are shakin’
& u facin’ precipitation that’l re place ya basement
away from it’s foundation leave u without vision
u can’t see me when I blackout in these whiteout conditions
listen I got the wind’s whipping & u holds nuttin’
Chuckie jet streams r designed to stop that cold frontin’
until everything in existence get retired…
the prolific writers eye of the storm gone keep gettin tighter…
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