Story Behind the Song
Motivation of this song came from many things mostly Originoo Gun Clappaz, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Smif N Wessun (Cocoa Brovaz), Heltah Skeltah, Boot Camp Clik. Basicly all the must I listen to. The lyrics are written out specificly I tryed varying things up to make it better and I guess I have some talent. Took me about 30 minutes to write believe it or not check it. 4 hours to record 2 takes.
Lyrics
Reverberated, underestimated
distinct animal instincts
I try disecting but never ejecting always
testing my license to infesting resting
on these words that im projecting on your monitor
im respecting trying not to present thee with a ryhme
i just spent thee over this lyrical dime.
Makin sense of my words is like making sense of a gutter
never understood that breads not bread without butter
just trying to make you shudder so put on your tim boots
and try to prevent the truth from awakining the rest of
your troops im threatining your rations making sure that
my segregated race will be disgraced by this mace in
my face. Non-fiction im curing adictions trying not to spread
my inflictions but always representing my predictions.
Unspoken unlike a spokesman unwroten only token the marrijuana
smake and, these metaphors make my flows soar understood like
they were raw like sex I make your nuts bust from my teks
but never underestimate the best until you mess with the rest.
Heatseeking, like a vulture I sculp ya, then scope ya in my sights
my crosshairs point at your crossbow of might, wandering why
you were so uptight, but now I understand you thought you were hyped
but you never got ripe.
Telikenisis, my minds making up its own thesis
try to abbriviate this my notations causing mass radiation
split like an atom but left atomicly stranded on this land
that we landed making sure your not branded into this planet
that you were left stranded. Shoot me up hyperdermicly enter
your veins internaly then make them pulsate and breed a new race
of blood cells which you embrace and let take over your whole race.
C, Circulate, I, Infiltrate, A, Assasinate your victums
Bong rips, two in the morning still mourning
all the dead left at my feet time to clean up
the streets and figure out whats spawned out of
white meat. I used to go in frenzis till all my
friends had to apphrend me now I speak the wisdom
and they all comprehend me wearing the same clothes
but not caring how torn they grow but respecting
lifes steep slopes and prayin how I'll never strive
to eat. Thriving on the streets making sense of
raw beef spraying my verbal AK as I spray you
get hazed, vision blurred words getting slurred
about to be heard but choked up the wrong word.
Im like King Henry striking this nation with thunder
and leaving you with nothing but a place to sleep under,
you slumber, telling your mother your still pondering
the choice to live under her protection before
you plumit and fall deep into the dark streets
where real men pack heat.
Make sure your mind frame is set on the right train
before you go insane and be retained behind these bars
you pray, and wish the day you came to breach your positition
in this life, bombing walls with my men in 2002 still
got my spotter locked on you.
C. Circulate, I, Infiltrate, A, Assasinate your victims
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