[sral]

"Ameliorate" (2003)

19 and seen as a vet, my verbal wisdom is heaven sent
each line is a met-a-five projected from my 7th sense
so what I suggest would seem bleek, after I make ya fluids leak
Im that part of ya brain that makes you think your unique
so that should tell you something, if you look into it deep
150 feet under the sea, I've trained to battle wherever we meet


It was all dream, that's what Hip-Hop was to me//
like love for free, I wanted to be an mc so desperately//
that it was stressin' me, the very thought had me so shook//
not knowing what was in store, until I grabbed a notebook//
I started to write, & created an image that I was not like//
too cold to talk nice, my own words were given frost bite//
I was writing raps, filled with the content of knives & gats//
what kind of life is that? not mine, I was blind to the facts//
I had to be reminded at last, that my brain could open passed...//
all the petty bullsh!t fast, or therfore my hopes would be dashed//
in school I was out-classed, but no one tests when I rapped//
it's like I found my track, and I had the rest of yall lapped//
yet for the longest while, I was struggling to find my style//
commercial rappers never influenced, my creativity was in denial//
but every night I'd write, my thoughts on page after page n'...//
'till success was in-sight...yet never once stoppin' my trainin'//
this euphoria had me fadin', thinkin' everything I wrote was nice//
but this came with a great price, and the bill was my social life//
but I was more than enlightened, in fact I broke that very light//
I could drown out anybody, human-being cut throat is a scary sight//
just try to understand, my goals for this art were planned//
up from the depths, yet underground...I musta started in Japan//
thats kinda outta hand, I know, but too much talk will abuse it//
living through music, old-news is saying fuck constant improvement//
nowadays train of thoughts ruined, if u dont have thoughts to train//
ignorence has never swayed, so a cold-shoulder is kinda hot in a way//
I control the lever to ya brain, Im a veteran in this game//
do a number on me and get ate, like the letters in my name//
and if its all the same anyway, then any advice is lame//
I came to shake things up, consider this the dice in the game//
kinda insane, isn't it messed?, improvement saves the weakest rep//
so yall look forward to ya future, cuz I aint even peeked yet//


19 and seen as a vet, my verbal wisdom is heaven sent
each line is a met-a-five projected from my 7th sense
so what I suggest would seem bleek, after I make ya fluids leak
Im that part of ya brain that makes you think your unique
so that should tell you something, if you look into it deep
150 feet under the sea, I've trained to battle wherever we meet


and on a final note...


if yall act numb to a joke, I'll stick ya tongue down ya throat//
cuz typin' on the I-Net AINT-SAYING-MUCH...guess yall DUMB-AS-A-POST!//

im ghost...


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