Yeah, yeah, sound like snitchin' to me
It don't seem the same 'cause you put it to a different beat
Your mind is blind from a condition called dehydrated third eye
Take a break while I bust this rhyme
On this level of enlightenment, you are not invited
I know you don't like it, but we all have decided
Filthy foot bottom, who shot 'em, I got 'em
If I didn't do that, nobody coulda' have stopped him
Spit sixteen verse, funky cold Medina the verse
Every rhyme's from the heart and it hurts
You wanna talk? How much Kevlar you brought?
You wanna walk? How much insurance does that cost?
Celestial metaphors transmit pure thought
They are stored in the Akashic vault of the lord
The lord thy god, kneel before Zod's iPod
Iditarod drawn by white dogs
Being shadowed by pale white horse
Showtime at the Gallows of course, go in and go hard
Cheat death to repeat life, rematerialize as light
That's why critics theorize I'm nice
I drink devil springs vodka, one more shot I'm a monster
After four shots I become somber
Release albums seasonably to prove what Hip hop means to me
Operate the heaviest machinery
Kundalini frequency, Quantum Leap DVD
Negro dialect translated by me
There is no real recourse to cure hollow heart
When you worship false idols, idols are not God
Envision Quetzalcoatl in a football area at the top of the oval
Where townspeople go to witness the holy vocals go global
Psycho-social, psychosomatic, silent soul food
...Devote to the untold truth...
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