Back to do a stretch inject a lyrical flex, Imply the simplified but yet it’s so complex / Shit so profound spit 4 pounds that lay clowns down, turn the smile you use to wear into a permanent frown
Back to do a stretch inject a lyrical flex, Imply the simplified but yet it’s so complex / Shit so profound spit 4 pounds that lay clowns down, turn the smile you use to wear into a permanent frown
I sew...
beautiful seeds that sprout flowers that’s deeply rooted
your weak style-diluted with concepts that’s so polluted
my words flourish, creating jewels the conscious will cherish ...
-- Dae Ja Nae
http://www.soundclick.com/daejanae
http://wutangcorp.com/showthread.php?t=11503
haters frown with i don the cap and gown...graduate from their state and advance to a level i create
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
haters hate, this ripper is gon rip mind apart like the titianic just crashed
now you want a pass, just get thrown away and trashed like those hilton sisters while I rip ya girl a new heart wit this silver tipped dart/
i get out ya traps or laws that you give
like water in a seive my autobots slaughtering-you-Pigs
My mind is tricked into telling me to stop it
I'm not an emo, a mosher or a gothic
mindfreak any beat speak only to the elite
masked magician you wishin' i stop revealing the secrets you keep...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
graphite lines making concrete outta bones
mostly closed off lanes you can't even race in when your just training/
the truth shall be revealed in due time it shall be evident
give emcee's so many head-cracks no remedies with operations, or medicines
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
disciple of pai mai CHAOS!! always is gonna reign whether it's me, you or those
out to gain i give e'm pain they yet haven't sustained/
claim the Mos of what ya got told you i'll peel ya plot
like Peter Falk when i stalk get a clue i'm like a hawk...
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
silver back with the kangol cap swag of a cool cat...
acrobat flip the map if you try to discover where i'm lyrically at
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)
Spirit interacts with sick rhymes constructed intact
You ringtone cats stay wacker than your last track
bring hell until i find where satan at
breaking backs of government chemists baking cracks
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
getcha disgust out cha system, cuz i'm about to go in and make incision
with reckless decisions precision concluding in you losing/
i'm the man, yes i am, yup sir i am
your the bible, the fake version of the Quran
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