feat. Lyrikill + Khrysis!!!
VERSE I
84 Hip Hop sickness that could not be cured
Rap fanaticism turned to sharpening my sword
Circa 1990, schooled by AM94
Back when Seafood City was on St. Bernard and Broad
It’s my pleasure and my duty, a love laden chore
And I would change a few things on the path I’ve endured
Made my greatest efforts to not be obscured
Safe to say that I’m a product of the blocks I’ve explored
Paid dues that average cat could not afford
Urge support of independents, both implied and implored
Studied and mastered my craft, now blessed to be on tour
Both domestic and abroad, rock and watch patrons applaud
(Beaucoup) Humidity and Heat(HEAT!), but still we needed more
So I called North Carolina and got Khrysis on the boards
…standin’at the end of the microphone cord
Truth Universal Self Ruler, Glory… Praise the Lord
***DJ Waht***
VERSE II
Man, I’m New Orleans East, Workin’ class, 9th Ward Section 8
Destitute, but still contribute to the collection plates
Help the building the building fund, don’t just spit to be affectionate
Man born Diego, to Louisiana rep meh state
Black business first that’s the difference my complexion makes
I’mma spit ‘til Kingdom come, that’s my best estimate
I just wanna rock, galvanize, have on par sales
And have it sewed up like Denise making Gordon Gartrells
Live by the saying all things in moderation
And prefer the compensation in larger denomination
I’m less purp we smoke and glock that we tote
And more Electoral college vs. popular vote
Not the Barry White baritone, dropping the notes
On the pole dancer platforms ocular growth
Is my main objective, I don’t knock your approach
But, struggle’s my religion, I put stock in my quotes—Truth
***DJ Waht***
Lyrikill:
Style I start on par, by far best best
You finshin’, I ain’t even start yet,
An artist, I’m only jumpin’ as high as the bar’s set
And running through these lines I’m Tony Dorsett
You a Geo Prizm against a suped Corvette
Better yet a pedestrian against a car yes, Todd Goetz
Get hit in the bull’s eye, do not bullshit I
Throw a sharp dart so it could hit my
Opponent’s proponent of ownership component
Cable, took me from the phone in front to owner shit
We talking TV, 1080p, N8 innate bars bury you under the beat
Gimmie 16 statutory xxxx what I spit through
Rip me, bxtch who? A pit against a Shitzu
Old soul ain’t shit new but the tissue
How I flush flunkies before a diss too!

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