[sral]

"Lyrical Storybook... check it" (2003)

ayo,

Warm-Up

from the mind comes the passion, blown like a nuclear reaction//
contracting through the madness, & goin past each immovable faction//
the flows patent, everything you've mastered...i've past-it//
and compacted ya back and shit, leavin wannabe's up in traction//
yall paralyzed from the neck-down...where's ya respect-now?//
you got too high on ya'self, so be prepared for the let-down//
as I melt-down and spit liquid, I get u lifted till ya bones-shifted//
cause the Universe is known gifted, in my presence u cant rip-shit//
bytch, im always on the move, i've never bein known to pause//
just rippin' yall even without probable cause..what?, no applause?//
lol, god damn the flows soluable, ever-expanding and valuable//
with way too much obundence of thought to be allowed in ya skull//
yall sounding dull, like being in another room & pounding a wall//
while Im constantly growing, meaning im not around when u fall//

Rising Action

If yall choose to start shit, you'd better be prepared to end-it//
cause im constantly being aware of what ya career intended//
fear's imbedded, in ya eyes and the stares pathetic//
double the anethstetic, yall gonna need a pair-a-medics//
click and send bytch, I verbally dispense and wreck-shit//
as I diabolically disect and inspect each message//
Im expecting the aftermath wreckage to reflect the senate//
cause rap is drugs, & its suger-coatin' politicians like diabetics//
its the universes higher methods that relate to the heavens//
instigatin' fate to not only make, but to strike fear in peasents//
Im wantin' yall to feel my presence as i teach lyrical lessons//
cause they toughin' up veterans and every spiritual essence//

Climax

realize....I take target practise on yall stagnent emcees//
cause the fact that yall aint improving is amazing to me//
Im blazin' the trees, causing forest fire emergencies//
leavin' yall stumped, & forcing you to retire with urgency//
going down to the wire alertly, even as yall observe me//
so u can see i dont fold under pressure, i handle it perfectly//
Its the pleasure of burglary thats got me stealing ya salary//
and its that very same jealousy thats gettin' you mad at me//
but these lyrics appeal to real-tragedy, cause thats where the talent-be//
holdin' down the human anatomy with an even stronger power then gravity//
You'll need exactly satellite-precision to remotely use my vision//
with split-second decision, cause its the difference between real & fiction//
and realize that pickin' my brain will only have u thinkin' insane//
maybe then in vain...you can invision my sickening-ways//
thought process can isolate, and you'll be missing for days//
Universally spittin' so-bright, im even rippin' the shade//
and lifting the weight, and placing it on your-shoulders//
so if u rock a mic, im hittin' u with the force of four-boulders//
cause if you in the "game"....you gotta play for all four-quarters//
but you'll still only make a dollar-a-day like convenience store-owners!//
so take complete notice, cause my lyical ability can break-modems//
and will make ya motion seem slow, fake, and un-focused//

StoryBook Ending

Universe be breakin the sound-barrier, spittin over 1000 decibals//
always on-target with a direct bulls-eye from the head of a bull//
charges are federal if you are behind bars that aint legible//
lyrical-picasso, the pictures i paint in ya head are incredible//
from ya head-to-ya-skull, I verbally cause chemical reactions//
the lyrical cause for rappin', brainwaves stimulate the passion//
and instigates even more actions, as time is continually passin'//
cause yall be comin-up-short, like gay-porn with mini-me actin'!//
still think you can defeat-me?...you obviously must be dreaming//
cause I'll battle ya whole crew and "clean-house" like Spring-Cleaning!//
you've gotten sworn to secracy, now that your done reading me//
cause this whole meeting is confidential, & is being handled discretly//
thats why yall cant soundly beat-me, i suggest no men-test this//
or even try to digest-this, instead just look-up and send-blessin's//
its a bit-risky, but i automatically free when the pen-beckons//
*so close this thread now*
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