Ladies and There are seven wonders of the world You are about to the eighth
Poetic What around, comes around
Stop, look, listen, Play with fire and get burned You think you want some but you don't none A on the mic, you don't want one
I the heat on, proceed to beat on Any soft sap who think gone Na, in my realm when I'm at the helm a joke when I'm on Elm
Street, but you don't dream Awaken, achin', takin' Now you're to O.D. 'Cause you don't none of Moe Dee
Pain relievers won't ya won't do it either Even I cremate you I'ma you
Bring you back for round to put you back in the ground Over and over is it over, it ends
When I die but I die, don't try forever, huh, why won't I Crush whoever to crush this Hurt like the truth, poetic
Justice
What goes around, comes around, comes around What goes around, around Goes around, comes
Doing to poetry
This is a flurry, a of fury A rhyme so fast that it has to Your vision, don't wink, or stop to think Or you miss the next rhyme, ink
Flows the brain to the pen And alive when the thought transcends From the pen to the and paper to tape And a tape to wax and to the tape
Another hit you can't get with A brainiac'll react, but a Can't relate, he hold the weight The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps
The comatose a double dose 'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't like most Simplified or out of the norm But I simplify as I'm to
for the pop [unverified] playlist The pop jocks, don't play In an intent to hold rap They stop the and play the wack
play the weak 'cause the weak won't speak But that just makes a fan go A station that they will bust this justice (Who's on the radio)
Poetic
goes around, comes around Goes around, comes What goes around, comes Goes around, around
justice to poetry
Poetic, phonetic, genetic, You it Those who chose to oppose are And usually can't grow
As the rhyme flows, the spirit But only those with a pure knows The relevance of the of the drum And it's comin' from
For those of you who just listen Here's the second boat missin' Just like Noah, had you Rap's the of an endin'
Of an era, a of terror Over like a nova, ever Try to the lie The won't die and that's why I
A versatile child of the Speak with a style and meanwhile The reason I to the youth Is pure souls can the truth
The souls have tried to stop it But just stop it 'cause is From our and you can't touch this This is our ancestors' justice
Poetic
goes around, comes around Goes around, comes What around, comes around Goes around, comes
Doing to poetry