[Mikah 9] Non compos mentis and moon struck Come, pompous apprentice and succumb To this relentlessness, the sun Rises and sets yet you see none Of its effects until its done Then youd reflect on how youd run Id take a step, your momentum I had still kept, fool [Abstract Rude] They eat then they wanna smoke then they eat food Repetitive cycle til I feel in the mood Other crews cant copy, they aint got the magnitude I hit em up, a heavyweight, they call em Ab Rude This is not simply just to downplay wishes Made by emcees who found they status Do what you do to live life lavish Have this cabbage, heavy baggage [Aceyalone] Well I would like to start by saying Life has to be sparked each day And night, got to be smart dont play Your time, you wont be back When I speak I slice the words up like a slasher Private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker Sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer Sky swimmer I like to let it simmer til the lights get dimmer And I like talking about dilemma And come up with a solution for the pollution My contribution being the superior being at emceeing And seeing the light love being in the light But they snatch it like a thief in the night [Mikah 9] right, right, you know what I mean I call them the cookie monsters On the grind for these Entemanns, ChipsAHoy Combined with MMs, money, main These BBoys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor Send him in, rendering him limb and limb Salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in Torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering My tender and remembering the splendor when I put my first splinter in nail Cuticle, black male And you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle Checks not cash knots She also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat The rest will go up to other hows tickling the Gspot On G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP You could smuggle me a key I best belive thats how it be Just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies [Abstract Rude] Out the hotel Aint we having a car come pick us up? The life of a star come hook us up Studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats Pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef Courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies So when they hear you style they be proud of you guys Search from land to land Go from a thousand to a hundred to ten And couldnt find an honest man It aint always what its promised to be They dont stop until the thirty third and a third degree Shhh... can you keep a secret? of course Or yell it loud til your voice hoarse Out the airport And we having a plane fly us out We the truest, they interview us for what we write about Whether were right or wrong Once again its on til the night is gone Get in a zone from the dome and a tight song [Aceyalone] Well life just aint sugary and buttery, is it? Now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is? Im thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump And be it that Im a poet trying to get over the hump I could play it like a trump Make you sicker than the mumps The days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps And sometimes it dont come at all You run you fall come one for all for one Depending on exactly where you from Cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized And be able to be mobilized and look over the skies I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe And freedom of man original with the tan Can I expand? can I feel the crowd? If you dont want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now Yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow And the eagle and the hawk They say why you talk that crazy talk I tell em we see what your eyes cant see On me, we hear what ears cant hear Poetry we can be what nobody can be Solely the only lonely truly [Mikah 9] Non compos mentis and moon struck Come pompas apprentice and circum To this relentless the sun Rises and sets yet you see none Of its effects until its done Then youd reflect on how youd run Id take a step, your momentum I had still kept, fool
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