[Verse 1 - Freeform Logistics]
That Tuesday was a day before the born date
The next son to come late
But he flexin' that flow without a mistake
Always in the middle, my fate
Expanding out like the lakes
Never waiting
I'm always impatient to see what creates
As it takes shape
The past disintegrates and future waits
For the great ones to make sums
Of 2 lungs
Now inflate
Holding something deeper
Than speakers that feature the greats
I'm teaching the fakes
By keeping that tweeter repeating, my fate
Since my brother pa**ed the tape
The ca**ette playing, no accident
Had Kris Kross in them days
The backwards pants trend was fully in
Asked him what balanced the other end
He said it's that raw sh**, that boom bap
And now I've discovered it
Hover above the wax, I love that click-clack of it
The ill drum tracks
That got heads noddin' till they crack and split
Immaculate
The sound wraps your dome elaborate
Complex like labyrinth
The tracks fatter than if you saturated
From what your habits did
I've been building the averages
Start with Lego blocks then Sega box for the progression
Soon we'll move on to words, nouns, and verbs
For the complete lesson
[Sample]
It's the def poet quotin
[Sample 2]
Inside he found his brother half-dead
"Kasim - what have they done to you my brother?!"
But the brother could not speak
"I must get him to a doctor at once"
Later the robbers...