Various Artists - No Soles' Dopest Opus lyrics

Artist: Siah and Yeshua DapoED Album: The Visualz EP Song: No Soles' Dopest Opus Soul brother's on this scene now...gon' really do a COOL one for ya Siah: Archery through parched lips I aim rhymes that maim mimes The verbal darts I rip (rip) your heart skips (skip) a beat, grip your seat And you can dip your feet in the clear blue, here to Defrost your rear view, if you're lost then I can steer you To where I travel, it's always upon the gravel Cause slaves walk the paved and everybody got a gavel I could rouse a rabble, but never dabble in that babblin sport Form a flock, I bring the fodder for your thought And in the meelee I stay (cool) like icicle licks The baby Pele here to hit you with them tricycle kicks Rhymes are tight like vice grips with mic tools, the fools manifest Jewels to get you high like swimmin in the cesspool And when you starve I carve a rhyme like a pumpkin And in the caverns of my soul I go spelunkin So now you're sunk in the flow, it's mad pure and MCs who lack the knack are even samplin my urine Rhymes who eminate from this Yeminite lights Like a torch I disseminated thoughts in flights To ignite the four corners of the Earth plus the last world birth From the sand, now my turf need the astro, I (leave no footprints in the sands of time So these wack MCs can't follow me) Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same sh** I explain sh**, all you need to pay's attention Four dimensional, I call it verbal intervention Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same sh** Po ED explain sh**, all you need to pay's attention Four dimensional, he call it verbal intervention Yeshua: Keep close, look to peep the roads took since tracks are not left evident To prevent duplicate footprints Sprints on the main stream remain lame, spannin only A to B For me, A and T's the way to be, oh(O) M Before, then, and after reckon there comes the second Be (B) very fast to an*lyze lines divised By the rhyme crafter, I have to, define my kicks While kids be wack, ridin piggyback droppin lint In hip hop I'm, wishing kids drop bombs, j**els And next sh**, they best sh** cool and only a batch do So I can pick it up and throw it right back at you Rhymes hatch through, catch too to, match you View who invite bliss, despite kids Who force me to write this, sum it up like this Buffoons, are hot air balloons, find themselves with wealth Consumin plumes on the moon, spewin lagoons Now blooms, a**umin, cats, on a tune in Gladly catch due and sadly that' ruinin' Hip hop as I know it, it stops with the PoED Not only plant seeds but take time when I grow it So it, deletes the need for weed whackin seems rappers Come a dime a dozen, empty minded, they find it's easy Sayin nothin when they sh** drop, the remedy We Be Formin Only Original Lyrics In Shapin' Hip Hop (You know I leave no footprints on the sands of time So these wack MCs can't follow me) Siah: Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same sh** We Be explain sh**, formulatin a solution Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same sh** To be free, explain sh**, formulatin a solution Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution