YOU KNOW MY STEEZ

Who's the suspicious character strapped with the sounds profound smiler to rounds spit by derringers, You're in the terrordome like my man Chuck D said, It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckle-heads, MCs have used up extended warranties while real DJs and MCs are a minority, So right about now I use my authority cuz I'm like the wizard and you look lost like Dorothy, The horror be when I return for my real people words'll split wings hitting like some double desert eagles, Sporting caps pulled low and baggy slacks subtracting all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks, Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse, So as I have in the past I whoop ass, Dropping lyrics that be hotter than sex or candle wax and one dimensional MCs, Can't handle that, While the world's revolving on its axis, I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics, The wilderness is… the cornerstone, Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home You know my steez The beat is sinister Preemo makes you relax I'm like the minister when I be lacing the wax I be bringing salvation through the way that I rap and you know and I know I'm nice like that, Work through worldy problems I got the healing power, When the mic's within my reach I'm feeling more power, Stealing at least three minutes of every rap radio hour, It's often easier for one to give advice, Than it is for a person to run ones own life, That's why I can't caught up in all the hype, I keep my soul tight and let these lines take fight, The apparatus gets blessed and suckers get put to rest, No more of the unpure I've got the cure for this mass, The wackness is spreading like the plague, MCs lucked up and got paid but still can't make the fucking grace, How many times are wannabes gonna lie they must wanna fly, They can't touch the knowledge I personify, I travel through the darkness carrying my torch, The illest soldier when I'm holding down the fort You know my steez On the microphone you know that I'm one of the best yet, Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet, Trying to be fly riding high on the jet set, With juvenile rhymes making fake ass death threats, Big deal, Like En Vague here's something you can feel, Styles more tangible plus image more real, For some time now I've held the scrolls and manuscripts, When it's time to go all out you'll be like damn he flipped, Now I'm sick, Fed up with the bullshit, Got the lyrical fullclip, Giving you a verbal ass whip, Don't trip it's the gifted prolific one, Known as bald head slick, Why is the press all on my did-ick, My style's iller than a kamikaze pilot, Don't try it, Cuz I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot, Styles unsurpassable and‘unckas'that's suckers, Yo them motherfuckas are harrassable, For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond, My mics either a magic wand or it gets tragic like the havoc of a unclear bomb, Then I grab your palm no pulse you're gone, And if you ever thought we'd lose our niche in this rap shit you're way wrong, I stay up, I stay on, Shine bright like neon, Your styles pathetic, Synthetic like rayon, Phat beats they play on, Want dope rhymes put me on, Word is bond! You know my steez