Remember
I’m an emcee, lyricist, writer, poet and an artist
I paint canvases clearer then a day without mist
My fist is eager to punch my pencil out of his ink
So I let my pen cry like the moon is up high and link
It with the missing pack of wolves call them Mozart
‘Cause the wolf gone, left the troop.........No chart
Could ever describe or visualize my mind state so far
Inside the scene I can see hip hop strapped to a poison IV
People are robbing the essence from this marvellous being
Hip hop lives trough me.........you can call me the catalyst
I’m maybe not the antagonist but an artist who takes risks
To another level, which defines creativeness.....facing this
Tremendous weight on my shoulders feeling like Mozilla Firefox
Having the whole world on my back you are micro, soft...locked
Behind my bars, even Scofield couldn’t break you out this river
Of flow flowing and going against the stream of time and shivers
When its minutes for midnight and your linking parks to the future
‘Cause we just need to cipher instead of sinking and risking to lose her
From left to right and vice versa, twice 16 verses, flipping and curses
Freestyle or pre-written, be wild and don’t let the beat be skipping
But no they just auto tune their voice like they need to pimp their ride
Those frequencies just tune out of normal sounding sounds.. so decide
Next time to just tune in to your natural voice box
And seek styles that fit you like two from the Lox...
Feedback appreciated.