Microphone is lyrically stoned
Which made my technique go
Smooth like a tall handsome African
Stand Against the oppressed white man
I find crews illegitimate
Like lingo of today's lyricist
Hip-hop is in the gut
I see the fat emcees, they can't digest it
Eating microphones that's impressive
Take time with each line
And scream it
Metaphors and similes that look bulimic
Stand and command man, charisma looked strategic
Half man half predator
Each references life, yours are non-sequitur's
I rap visuals
You rap what you can't have
I write for the colored
You write for the, high contrast
Try and take a perfect picture
Take Ilford
High paradise, that's basically the ocean
Capture every portion of life, a Kodak moment
Making one man miss
Go to sleep next to his chick
Then hit the sheets with the chap stick
Cuz I knew I was gonna get it, Hurting his feelings