Degrees

[Verse 1: Rasheed Chappell]

I'm cold blooded, old hunnids I still fold 'em

Peel onions, bake pies we brick oven taught game

Home schooled by old gunners

Black Gods, ansars and road runners, slugs and prayer rugs

Know Halal Haram, the Mosque, Qu'Ran

Dons the cons, I know 'em all

The laws of power, know the god's degree

The B's the C's, D's and the triple O.G.'s

I was raised on a block where the rock got chipped off

Lift off when the flame hit the glass pipe, flash ice

Get your head taken clean off

Seem soft, fuck around get your lunch took

Crooks, I ran with 'em, still I stand with 'em

Hoеs we expose and of coursе I ran in 'em

A man of honor, certain code I would die for

The hawks out lickin' shots like July fourth

Would fry for all my niggas 'fore I point fingers

Before I turn state, before I start singing

My acapellas is Rockefeller, they worth gold

Hold scriptures in my cerebellum

The book of Eli in Levi's

My Timbs unlaced, my LP's LB's

My pen push weight

The Don Cornel, Superfly Ron O'Neal

This is high science, I record in a lab coat

My dope digital streamed and download

I came to conquer and I'm sponsored by a gunshot

Bang bang the chain hang and charm glow

Like King Tut and my mind's like a BRINKS truck

And every night's like a highlight reel, I'm where the cameras at

Out in Dubai riding camelback

This for Miramax, made for the big screen

My lines measured, weighed on a triple beam, narcotic

See me stunting' on the red carpet

Narcs watch keep the funds untraced

With God's grace, manipulate sounds and shapes

With the cadence of a razor blade cuttin' through flake

Now bag up

[Verse : O.C.]

Ugh, along side the young God,  we call him R-A-S-H double E-D

When one's done the other's in snipe mode

Kill shot with the venom top hand

Designed for extreme long range operations

Bussin's my occupation, verbal carnage

Step up to either step to the challenge

Or back down bow or pay homage

Talkin' literal or physical, word for word verbatim

No denyin' this fly shit for your fitted picture

Mitchell & Ness along side Stall & Dean

Parading through these streets like the Gras in New Orleans

Back biters have a whole lot to say 'till you confront 'em

When I ask what's the problem tough stares turn to soft looks

Brings out the other side of Mush flashbacks with the hoodie on

Committing a juxx yeah, my past inequities

I consider human rights violations when I dwell back

Fast forward 23 years later they calling me an unsung rap icon

But them titles, I ignore 'em beginning in '85

When I first heard "The Show" by the Get Fresh Crew

Decided this is where my path goes

Green lit by the Kane far as rap goes

Cadence rhythm technique came natural

Landscapes of NY became my canvas for me to paint pictures

Evoke scripture, cult following like the flick Pulp Fiction

The syllables my name spell out

Gives you a detailed description

Involves mind body and spirit

What you hear and what you seeing in the flesh

Is true to form, it's no smoke and mirrors

If you confused take a sec to clear your head and get your bearings

The VVS1 thoughts I magnify clarity and higher grade

Narratives another format, elite status

Wove by the silk fabric when that mic clicked on

I get belligerent magnifico

A modern day initiatives

To make sure y'all hit rewind

Just in case you niggas missed something