I quench your thirst first and burst my verse rehearsed
Keeping shit tight, original, diverse
For the population, a rap-related revelation
Live melodic elevation, five minute duration
A reservation for two, set the table for my crew
Enable stable development Japan to Peru
No true fortune reversal, skills without rehearsal
The beat is like a curse you'll see it's universal
Sanitary style, interplanetary galactic
Musically eclectic and blatantly didactic
Hyperactive, protective rap prophylactic
Selectively hectic mad microphone tactic
Lyrically attractive track so I attacked it
And laid it, no anguished delay with the language I play with
Created a sedated style that I can stay with
Made it understood, can't debate it nor negated
Understated my cultivated prose flows degraded
The scene being invaded by whack cats inflated
Heavenly paraded and very heavily overrated
Whose verse disintegrated before the integrated
Rap format, related the vibe I stimulated
Like a tribe we pervaded verbally interrelated
Leaving goliat and david hip hop medicated
City-wise disguise, suburb educated

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98 ways to make respect reinstated

I got the ground control, rhymes on parole
Time taking its toll, contemplated on the whole
It might take a roll of film without an image
And the moments you stole from the rap pilgrimage
I fill the percentage gap, cut the crap and
Break the line of scrimmage and make the cut back
Contain the spillage and move the people like village
In the mean time I'm in the middle like Greenwich
In a colony of ants terrorized by a cricket
It's wicked, always on the train without a ticket
Getting Otis like Redding, Wilson like Pickett
Too many words in a literary thicket
Now I pick it, choose a style just to flick it
Intricate, sophisticated magic when I trick it
Now you see it, now you don't and I m-i-mic it
The microphone assassin of the Nordic syndicate
Got mad respect for the bad architect
Who the player with a layer that I can't neglect
The beat engineer, interfere, come correct
Never per-form before you per-fect
Every move, break to prove you make the groove turn
More toward forward, backward around
The ground beneath my feet sound
The utterly original rap compound

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