as we proceed to give you what you need...
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shyt that murderers move wit
Really, you was sippin Dom P watchin Gandhi? How were you watchin Gandhi? youtube? Or did Gandhi just rhyme with Dom P so you said it? What mechanical movement? WTF are you talkin about again? WTF is 'understandable smooth shyt that murderers move with? Sounds again, like words just to match. It certainly doesnt make sense.
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
okay, the 1st two lines are okay... but then he starts back with the same ol bullshyt 'mind activation' WTF is that? React to what? how is he hugging with pens? this is just a bunch of throw away material.
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
what do suede timbs have to do wit the line before or after? Words just to match. What does the cab or jeep have to do with the following line? Finally something we agree on naS, I am falling asleep listenin to this trash. How do you keep "fallin" and how or what does that have in connection with fallin six feet deep? Just sayin shyt still... some lyricist
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
whatever b
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life "It's yours!"
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip we box up crazy bytches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
How about the one on the damn album cover dummy? How did we get to beefin with housin police and what fukcin sciptures are you talkin about? You writin Hitler shyt now? This the same qaq that walked out the Olympics cuz niccaz was beatin his super race to death on the track? naS releasin Hitler scriptures?
Oh, and it sounds like he was just sayin shyt cuz it rhymed.
Yet I'm the mild, money gettin style, rollin foul
The versatile, honey stickin wild, golden child
Dwellin in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shyt is a hassle
just sayin shyt
There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
Never seen a "tray of holy water" WTF is that naS? Odds against naS are slaughter doesnt make sense. Nor does the followin line... nicca is just talkin nonsense at this point.
My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
Born in correction all the wrong shyt I did, he'll lead a right direction
How ya livin large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker
Nicca WTF are you talkin about? All this is incoherent rambling.... you not sayin shyt.
We three songs in and this nicca hasnt said anything at all.