VERSE1:
Word to Jehova
when KARMA touch the microphone
it's over-
muthafuckas heads
like my similies was solar
this sister only hot
when the fuckin' sun shines
(all the time)
make a rapper wanna quit rhyme
with 1 line
I'm 2 different people
that's born with 1 sign
makin' hard niggaz run
like 1-time
it's rappers makin' pop hits better than me
but I'm really jealous
cuz they ridin' dicks better than me
so I'ma take notes
I'ma take votes
when it's all said and done
you know KARMA'll take most
out quicker
than cops'll get that APB
stay riddlin'/ritalin
like school kids with ADD
4th down and inches?
I rhyme relentless
with hightened senses
get pretentious
beat a rich rapper centsless/senseless
see KARMA ain't a myth
KARMA really exists
and my presence is the evidence
you feelin' this shit
CHORUS:
Yo it's KARMA
the real reason livin' is a struggle
cuz of KARMA
Atlantis and Rome became rubble
cuz of KARMA-
and KARMA's just the science of life
KARMA's the name and the force I apply on the mic
Verse2:
I get deep
while other rappers only get high
and I complete
what other rappers only can try
I'm the pinnacle you reach for,
the passion that you breath for,
the priceless jewel you find on 1 of life's detours
I can see your jaws drop
cuz I know it's a shock
to see a chick in hip-hop
that's not a video prop
and each hour I improve mentally exponentially
imagine me in half a century
when a conscience enters me
you placin' emphasis on senseless shit
I'm takin' tenseless wit
and makin' instrumentals hits
the sis they never mention exists
who got conviction in times of contradiction
and addiction to fiction
KARMA long-dickin' tradition
CHORUS
VERSE3:
I'm off the hook more than your cordless
lyrically Lordless
syntax sorceress
who builds in a phoenetic fortress
my orbit is morbid
makin ciphers of my victims
after my orafice hit em'
with some rythm Darwinism
paragraph portraits
endorsin' forfeits
pit shit against wit?
I'm tellin em'
got so much soul that I spit melanin
I'm comin out like Ellen
and straight
debatin' Christ
nice wit' the mic device
I'm like the quintessential dyke
niggaz can't get with me
they can't out-spit me
every measure's too clever
niggaz can't out-wit me
I set standards with stanza's
you couldn't write/right with Miranda's
while rappers stay phonier
than this terrorist propoganda
with your fake crime stories
you like my mother-you bore me
and couldn't fuck wit' me
if this industry was an orgy
see KARMA ain't a myth
KARMA really exists
and my presence is the evidence
you feelin' this shit...
CHORUS
