[Sharp]

Malachi

Disaster strikes when I bust a rhyme
A bastard that don't fit the paradigm of teen's mind at this time
Rapping black magic with passion
Temper tantrum with my six handguns
i could hold mansions for ransom
Nigga my flow handsome
stepping to these hands son is like god against plankton
Damn son, who thought dominica could be the steller nebula
Getting some chedder, bread, et cetera on the regular
Im an asterisk, leave nigs at a risk
Speaking ebonicaly chronically, got control of your world like monopoly
Knock out fuckers adams apple, send it back to eden
Flow sick, im germin like i live in a european region
You know bitches listen when i talk
They call me David the way i hassle for the HOF


Sharp Nine

...Got spinners on my tardis...

I'm an alarmist in the farthest reaches of time and space
Armed to do harm in semi-charmed state
Out of place - meant for higher placement, and my patience is
stretched thin, its blatant I'm a capital player - Ovechkin
etched in fluorescence, I'm a presence from the heavens
rock Seven come Eleven, bringing glocks to Bob Evans
Like Coltrane's Impressions, my sessions leave souls drained
I'm an untrained, self-contained campaign against discretion
flow with no direction, a lesson from my blood
'swhy each one of my drops holds back enough for a flood