3. Black Shoe Incredible
YO!
Damage everything moving, lyrical civil war
Grabbing the swiveled door ask what am I riddled for?
Bewitched just a little more than the last dudes with tattoos and fat shoes
Them trap tools, go make me fast food
Bad news I attach mood to the music I do
Usually use it for your unity, stay true to be you
I pity the fool to the T; lock the roof on the moon
So I can spoon girls like forks and have proof that I'm soon to be, smoke joints noon to 3
I ruin the beat, then consume the tree
Flip that reverse that, quit asking where my verse at
I do 360 flips on Emcees with boarded subjects
f** your club checks, your bugged lex and your success
You s** sess and get dressed in a tux vest
Look a punk who would flunk s**, even with a who*e rocking a trunk breast
I puff the best and snuggle with pretty girl round clocks
My sounds blocks surrounds spots and crowns knots
Of mad clots in your brain waves
Take it till your lanes paved
Rainy days and Mondays have fun plays, but do we pray on the same day?
My father went the same way, work hard till day you break and strive
Alive since July 5, 1955
Raised me to praise Jesus and be creative
They cease to hate and participate in daily aggravated
Tag and sprayed with a *f*ggot* statement
Place these maggots laid in the basement
Trying to play me you left stagnant, filled with hatred
I possess patients, however less than what was taken from my soul
When you ask me who I am on a whole
I'm just a black shoe wearing, good weed smoking
Thought provoking, rapping a**, Mother f**ing monster
(DJ Bokee Scratches)
YO!
Once again back it's the Incredible
Dunces win black, reach the impeccable
Rhyme speaker, shine refer, called the blind teacher
Like telephone wire lines in the projects where you find sneakers
I bogie down like uptown, where the 1 train at
I'm done saying that, I always come laying flat
Like Puns wave cap, I sway and amaze cats, where's the ba** at?
I slay raps-vacate the premises, it's a strange fact
That a motherf**er like me can rap ain't it?
Life's an open canvas paint it; like Michael Jacksons arraignment
Girl blew my mind, I keep asking her: where the f** my brain went?
I'm the same kid you met in the play yard, Rhyme drug dealer
Trying to get the caine sent, slain tents like Christopher Columbus
If you the greatest of all time, I'm calling you Mr. Tumnus
For those who don't get it, read up on CS
I'm too young to be stressed
Say duh-duh-nana-duh-na-duh-na-duh-nana-duh-na-duh-na
Hello How Low
Yo
Post dramatic stress, could have made me an addict to sess
But aw f**…I always facing forget the rest
(Chuck D Scratch)
Once again back It's the Incredible
(The Score Sample)
You're nuts, have you lost your facing mind?
Oh my mind , yes, years ago, why?
(Dr. ****)
Ah, very nice. You're quite the writer, aren't you?
Well, can you paint me another picture maybe?
Something creative?