Ladies and There are seven wonders of the world You are to witness the eighth
Poetic What goes around, comes
Stop, look, listen, Play fire and you'll get burned You think you want but you don't want none A fight on the mic, you want one
I turn the heat on, to beat on Any soft sap who think he's Na, come in my when I'm at the helm a joke when I'm on Elm
Street, sleep but you dream Awaken, achin', Codeine Now tryin' to O.D. 'Cause you don't none of Moe Dee
Pain won't relieve ya won't do it either Even I cremate you reincarnate you
Bring you for another round to put you back in the ground Over and again is it over, it ends
When I die but I die, don't try forever, huh, why won't I Crush tries to crush this like the truth, poetic justice
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This is a flurry, a fist of A so fast that it has to blurry Your vision, don't wink, blink or stop to Or you might the next rhyme, ink
Flows from the to the pen And comes alive when the thought From the pen to the paper and paper to And a tape to wax and back to the
Another hit which you can't get A brainiac'll react, but a Can't relate, he hold the weight The rhyme's too and he sleeps awake
The comatose a double dose 'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme most Simplified or out of the norm But I as I'm to perform
Records for the pop [unverified] The pop jocks, play this In an intent to rap back stop the hard and play the wack
They play the weak the weak won't speak But that just a fan go seek A station they know will bust this Poetic (Who's on the radio)
Poetic
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Poetic, phonetic, genetic, You it who chose to oppose are foes And can't grow afros
As the flows, the spirit grows But only those with a pure soul The relevance of the beat of the And where it's comin'
For those of you who just don't Here's the boat you're missin' Just like Noah, had you Rap's the of an endin'
Of an era, a of terror Over a nova, never 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 I relate to the youth Is pure souls can the truth
The souls have tried to stop it But just stop it 'cause is From our roots and you can't touch This is our ancestors' poetic
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