("Play the beat..and let my words speak")
so I woke up I say late 9 o'clock,
my head was full of bars as if my mind chipped off cinder blocks,
I had dreamt about floating black mags so I had to pedal out,
woke up forgetting about this metal in my mouth,
think twice because decisions could ruin you life..at the moment,
my thoughts are loud although I try to be soft spoken,
while everybody was swagg surfin,
I was cooking up something that'll play with ya head like brain surgeons,
take notes and be prepared for comprehensive learnin,
flow is pretty nasty as if my mouth was burnin...with something I got,
but that isn't the case,
chinese? vietnamese? japanese? mexican? those aren't his race,
rap battles? dissin dudes? impressive punchlines every bar? that isn't my race,
but I can show you a thing or two,
how my flow is sun baithed like pale people lookin for a tan on a cruise,
or how in a crowd you can spot me like light skins with a bruise,
we spit in cyphas where theres no win or lose,
no one is to be compared,
only life stories, fly stories will be shared.
And I meant to post it yesterday (August 25th 2001) but R.I.P. Aaliyah
---->theebestkeptsecret
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