I'm type crashin', down like a meteo rite
I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
from words to whole pages
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
With their fictional fairytales
A lot of shit has happened,
There's been enough beef,
And while some choose greed,
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
there's the water you've been lead to it
a long time you've been cravin' it
use your third eye and glance through it
becoming advanced through it
with no reason I be breezin
then I try em for treason
I used to always like to hang out
writin' bombs while tracks bang out
I know you peeped me in the club then
But now I'm in your speaker,
with the voice that you're lovin'
Peace to the young ladies,
And peace to my nigga Premier,
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
I'm fightin' wars you know
most humble, most merciful
I trog through fogs, puffing logs
MC's muttering menial madness,
and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
You got a fly one bring one,
or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic exciting type shit
Enough to make the real heads
wake up and get hype quick
known as the God Universal
Kick rhymes without rehearsal,
I cross the burnin' sands
Now I stand here with virtue,
of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view, and I knew
and there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried
by the tongue of terrifying fury
Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
shine bright light with insight
to set up cyphers with power
Cause mad shit ain't right,
like punks in the spotlight
sometimes I make my peeps smile
By sayin' somethin' crazy wild
Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album
