I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the
margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move
wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act
right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack
pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin time
like
'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the
streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher,
complete
Whether crusin in a Sikh's cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say
what?)
I actually like the second verse more in some ways, but the opening four lines of the song are among the most stunning verses i've ever heard and left me speechless the first time i heard the song.
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