Stereo Bible
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantaciseStereo Bible
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantacise
2 comments:
Yo. "Fight.Destroy.Rock" is so DOPE. So much inspiration. Check the blog, I'm showing love. Peace.
(saeso.blogspot.com)
the darkside ov heaven is your best album to date.
the more i listen to it the more im sure of it.
i don't think you've put together a smoother mix of tracks that appeal to so many people.
all the while preserving your artistic integrity.
THAT'S- whats up.
re: fight-destroy-rock:
on the access' forums i asked what's the best legend(s) release to give a new listener;
this is it.
it is the crystalization of independent rap-
and the spirit of the living legends.
what your doing with the temper twins is out of control.
the albums you've done in the past have been littered with a type of track that transition right into this.
it's going to be a treat.
keep up the good work.
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