(Gift of Gab) And I come like
(scratched) I've got a few things I say
(Gift of Gab) I'm gunnin', ya away, do not stay the wrath of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff And a lot of the got sprayed and yelled RAID Like a couple of roaches, as approaches, a brother'll this Another ferocious jam, I the ?grossagran? I hover above the land of emcees that dont blow I'm poppin' the clip and then bo bo the gun And a once in a chest, rest in peace And I ?bellow you to I abolish emcees with sounds like these Run enemies and I rest in the west Dark hemisphere, burn wit a fear is nothin but a mere when I'm here, earn wit a conscience in the middle of the jet black I'm a dog, running the jungle wit a hoodie and black hat choppin ?noonsies? Not a frog, cunning yet I'm gotta do the jewels tack wack clowns Tip me, I'ma 'em all around, bust a front a fat blunt swinging on a vine in the homeland I'ma 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump Springin on the rhyme I man Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit, reminisce shit, riff with This is the mischievous style of the gifted, I'm a whiz kid, get a kid down low, breakin' down flows with a new flow medley when you step back To the black with a fat rap a fat sack with a little bit a in my napsack Take it back to the brother and I was stupid idiots like Tarzan Givin' back to the brother man and get land, man it, its Or-land-o How easy and tight wishin' the depths up in the in the heart of the jungle Gettin' wild the art of the rumble, amount to be smarter than Dumbo Make 'em mumble, 'em humble, Get me round the start, you will crumble, and you tumble, and you And I do it like From the end to the other end gonna end, set a trend the maniac mic clutch Hey ?bob by the ba?, you keep your day job my competitors never the right touch to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat Rappers fail to attack me, like a with the slack g I attack 'em like acne, UGH
(spoken) Mindless cretins through idiosynchrosy up, rising up, down
(Lateef) Steppin' up through the deep, murkiness No telling what is I hero it, but will I sense a I to bust a buster 'cause I the finer design in the mind of the rhyme Just about impossible to What a to the race of wack mc's I am because I choose to stand my FIRM and blowin' the rhythm the and learnin' All I know is we've earned entry attained And strained the game, and what I'm to explain is that The deeper we're creepin' the more we sleepin' And slippin' just dead lips on a mission Its missin' the the gift we've been given the rhythm 'cause that just the way we've livin And in the essence, survive and its easy To recognize analyzing ?the bo? the lame in this line and tryin' To get you to buy into their world Can it be damaged the bones of the fellas and men thats my culture Can't understand every that you touch was as up ?paper be one hung motherfucker Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- to say is that The canopy that covers me now is the blackest, this I thought we already established the Presented in the cemented by the bumblin' stumblin' tumblin' down Surround me in a cannibalistic style, but I just and Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the flock We one magic stock style I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and wicked the fuckin while Not trippin over no vines, or over no swine, or no mines Or no line at the plot Thinkin' of whippin' 'em a glock in the jungle
(spoken) Now in the beginning of the Not in time, but in the Imagine the being loaded up The men, themselves up It's a long -- the oasis is all in the clamor As we start from the top we go to the very Of a myserious place -- a mysterious place that I see? Ahhhh
(Lyrics Born) I can't even you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont but you knew You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making you beat the buzzer Making sure Born came out his mother's stomach covered with the that kill No bumper, right? mo'fucka I know you can make colors And the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even Still take the big up little ?egg?, can you imagine? Big up Asia Born, this bottle Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words That you would tug at the line, pullin' the Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' kids' legs You can't even a sliver roach, you know That type shit, and then me wreck this stage Boy like I got your daddy's hangin' around my waist And then watch me -- the way Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little eyes in your heart Man, 'cause if I it was just Lyrics that made lyrics born, lyrics born And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be "Do you remember me?" No, And you to play my record on the way to the vapor