Lyrics

No doubt, lyrics, yo A.L., check it
What you say son?

Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals
Hannibal cannibals lurkin' in streets which are flammable
A restless, hustler's aimin', for the intangible meat
I'm too deep, checkin' if beats are compatible

Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural
Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural
Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide
Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died

Nothing's correct to life it's lopside, and cockeyed
I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my Glock hot
Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable
Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital

Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable
Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical
To know it to show it, the poet'll grab the Moët
I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it

Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream
So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed
Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed
Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we
So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you
With spirits of lyrics, cause I need you, I need you
No doubt son

Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you (check it)

I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential
The instrumental enables me to move my pencil
Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental
Kickin' shit like orientals far from gentle I'm essential

When I speak it yo I leak it, I freak it, until you peep it
Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it
Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre
Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner
My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal
Livin' savage like eagles chainin' my people to a needle
While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral

Thoughts'll lead you, verbals'll feed you, to seed you I breed you
To head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you
And I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin' the static
Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks
Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the Titanic
I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite

Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic
I run dynamic bendin' rappers like they ceramic
Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it
A genuflection goes out, to those in correction
For recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection

So use protection when you step in my direction
Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section
There's no reflection, in this professional selection
Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection
Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection
So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections (you know what I'm sayin'?)

House of Reps, KD, what?