Gulf Stream
Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:56 pm
Im tryna score with my rage, crush stressed verses in palms
Lyrically its war that I wage, like the west versus Islam
My verses is psalms, fuck the bible…im a prestigious mind
My Crusade? to leave disciples split with my religious lines
The visions mine, a lyrical god I said it, my gospels better…spread it
This is an epic epidemic, man I`ll turn ya credit to a debit…..so invest it
Then forget it, my drops hold hard hittin themes, im spittin supreme
A virtual virtuoso venting the vividest dreams
Producin pyramid schemes…like fuck ya rhyme pattern
They wanna rumble in the ring but im tryna find Saturn
I define art and…im the king of kings, but my crown got thorny
And i acted like a dick when some clowns got corny
Clowns got horny, so much beef they could start a ranch
No diss but I hate olives, im no friend u can have that branch
Their snowmen in my avalanche, I engulf dreams like that
Im current and im hot…my flows the gulf stream of rap
It does seem their trapped, they cant stand in these waves
Stuck below Cee level, how is Atlantis these days?
Like a mantis he preys, quicks I`ll Diana a phoney
When it comes to Montana their more Hannah than Tony
Fuck bandana’s just show me, but my hands where the ace be
So bow down, im like Mecca…they cant stand to face me
No man can replace Cee, all who’ve seen him humbled
The last gladiator standin, but the Colosseum crumbled
The ball it aint been fumbled, im dumb fine I mean this
Im one line from junkie…and im one line from genius
Sometimes the scene splits, all it takes is one mic…and a glitter glove
One knife…and a bitter thug, one strike…or a bit of luck
I’ve got one life…so i give a fuck
Lyrically its war that I wage, like the west versus Islam
My verses is psalms, fuck the bible…im a prestigious mind
My Crusade? to leave disciples split with my religious lines
The visions mine, a lyrical god I said it, my gospels better…spread it
This is an epic epidemic, man I`ll turn ya credit to a debit…..so invest it
Then forget it, my drops hold hard hittin themes, im spittin supreme
A virtual virtuoso venting the vividest dreams
Producin pyramid schemes…like fuck ya rhyme pattern
They wanna rumble in the ring but im tryna find Saturn
I define art and…im the king of kings, but my crown got thorny
And i acted like a dick when some clowns got corny
Clowns got horny, so much beef they could start a ranch
No diss but I hate olives, im no friend u can have that branch
Their snowmen in my avalanche, I engulf dreams like that
Im current and im hot…my flows the gulf stream of rap
It does seem their trapped, they cant stand in these waves
Stuck below Cee level, how is Atlantis these days?
Like a mantis he preys, quicks I`ll Diana a phoney
When it comes to Montana their more Hannah than Tony
Fuck bandana’s just show me, but my hands where the ace be
So bow down, im like Mecca…they cant stand to face me
No man can replace Cee, all who’ve seen him humbled
The last gladiator standin, but the Colosseum crumbled
The ball it aint been fumbled, im dumb fine I mean this
Im one line from junkie…and im one line from genius
Sometimes the scene splits, all it takes is one mic…and a glitter glove
One knife…and a bitter thug, one strike…or a bit of luck
I’ve got one life…so i give a fuck