Laquan - Lyrical Theory lyrics

As regarding rhythm to the pulse in the sequence of the musical phrase Not in sequence of a metronome, kick your lyrical theory [VERSE 1: Laquan] Mic-check, turn my microphone up When I speak throat muscles tone up Switch the pitch, find a style to stick with And let my words flow like liquid As I unfold and swing an episode Notion in motion at a constant drift I excel, rebel to fail, teach as well Show and prove, show and tell Many fade like a fad or phase Yo, I'ma stand for days and decades News ask: What's Laquan's task? Fame and freedom and it's soon to come The response is snaps and handclpas Chuck perfect cuts, I project raps I'm livin positive, those that are negative will fear me As I present my theory [VERSE 2: Laquan] Step in a full step, packin a full load Rhythm is progress, the style is swing mode It's like I transform when words are perfected And you are infected and g's are collected The slammin ba** upholds the style I carry Rhymes were written in ink and stationary Face to face you're lookin in the mirror I have a project, you can't consider it Dance material pumpin through your stereo The mic is loud so words will come clear to you Place it on your tables, cut it, eat it Yo, I'ma feed this cause many need this Black lyrical episode Let knowledge unfold, guide the lost souls Down a new road to a better life It seems you haven't been livin right Well, let's put in effect a resurrection Lead the lost ones in a new direction Victory isn't given, it's taken Trapped in my lyrical lake, no escapin Non-stop words identified as a poem You start to fear me As I present my theory So deep I'm livin inside the track Yo Epic, bring the break back [VERSE 3: Laquan] Samples coast in a circular motion Metaphors as smooth as lotion Silence, you're on a journey, I'm the pilot I have a train of lyrics, ride em Follow my path as the concepts leads ya Slavin with a cravin and I'ma feed ya Knowledge I bring in a full swing rhythm Manifest your best, the aim is towards success and bypa** the criticism Often I sit alone and wonder Why would one keep another under? It's the wicked one's process To not let one progress his best I project my vocals clearly To express my theory Yo, this lyrical theory