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Soul brother's on this scene nowgon' really do a COOL one for ya.

Siah:
Archery through parched lips I aim rhymes that maim mimes
The verbal darts I rip [rip] your heart skips [skip] a beat, grip your seat
And you can dip your feet in the clear blue, here to
Defrost your rear view, if you're lost then I can steer you
To where I travel, it's always upon the gravel
Cause slaves walk the paved and everybody got a gavel
I could rouse a rabble, but never dabble in that babblin sport
Form a flock, I bring the fodder for your thought
And in the meelee I stay [cool] like icicle licks
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The baby Pele here to hit you with them tricycle kicks
Rhymes are tight like vice grips with mic tools, the fools manifest
Jewels to get you high like swimmin in the cesspool
And when you starve I carve a rhyme like a pumpkin
And in the caverns of my soul I go spelunkin
So now you're sunk in the flow, it's mad pure and
MCs who lack the knack are even samplin my urine
Rhymes who eminate from this Yeminite lights
Like a torch I disseminated thoughts in flights
To ignite the four corners of the Earth plus the last world birth
From the sand, now my turf need the astro, I
[leave no footprints in the sands of time
so these wack MCs can't follow me]

Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
I explain shit, all you need to pay's attention
Four dimensional, I call it verbal intervention
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
Po ED explain shit, all you need to pay's attention
Four dimensional, he call it verbal intervention

Yeshua:
Keep close, look to peep the roads took since tracks are not left evident
To prevent duplicate footprints
Sprints on the main speed remain lame, spannin only A to B
For me, A to T's the way to be, oh M
Before, then, and after reckon they come to second
Be very fast to analyze lines divised
By the rhyme crafter, I have to, define my kicks
While kids be wack, ridin piggyback droppin lint
In hip hop I'm, wishing kids drop bombs, jewels
And next shit, they best shit cool and only a batch do
So I can pick it up and throw it right back at you
Rhymes hash through, catch too to, match you
View who invite bliss, despite kids
Who force me to write this, sum it up like this
Buffoons, are hot air balloons, find themselves with wealth
Consumin plumes on the moon, spewin lagoons
Now blooms, assumin, cats, on a tune in
Gladly catch due and sadly that' rulin
Hip hop as I know it, it stops with the PoED
Not only plant seeds but take time when I grow it
So in, the feast the need for weed whackin seems rappers
Come a dime a dozen, empty minded, they find it's easy
Sayin nothin when they shit drop, the remedy we be
Formin only original lyrics and shit bit
Hip Hop
[You know I leave no footprints on the sands of time
So these wack MCs can't follow me]

Siah:
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
We Be explain shit, formulatin a solution
Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
To be free, explain shit, formulatin a solution
Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution