RapVerse.com Community - The Art Of War(The Scribe)

Intro-ima start teachin niggas how to do this the right way
get back to the lesson of a poet/so let the class begin

first on,grab a pen and paper take the caps off
and spit the first thoughtz,this will be a picture u draw/
i get solatude under four walls,hit the page with emotions
and force./
this is pain and life i need a blessin as i touch the cross/
many bitches(excuse me)many females got me soft/
no condom settin me up for something raw/
but now i come back more hardcore.like contra in minds lines store.

the mission is simple,but to do it is hard/ fuckin mc's wana test ya barz/
threaten your life scars,they don't know im a shine in the starz/
by far the illest driven like speed racer cars/
i put myself in content of a glass jar i wanna break thru
and hit the charts/
but instead get marked.but im the ruler i get deep in rhymes with and inches and yards(get it).

who hatin on this,messure my disc,15 tracks of hard shit
the truth with a gods gift,writting with a spiritual lift/
weak mc's like ya'll can't stand it,so sick boards gotta band it
snatchin the text and open mic's like a lyrical bandit/
these niggas better vanish,im a negative and positve call me a doulbe standard.
i got keys to enter doors like a lock smith,explode im wesson
wordplay be the smith(smith n wesson)ya just say anthing like
a snitch,bitch niggas can't wait to get rich/
rich can't wait to see SCRIBE but ya not feelin yet what im dealin wit,

97" became a poet,around the time B.I.G. died time to rise
was the blueprint in my mind,but i had to wait for mines
build with critical life lines,go thru more of a grind
a gemeni sign but in my own eyes i tell the story here it lys
got even colder when my grandmother died(rest in peace)
fuck let me push this shit aside......(gime a few seconds)

but over years i learned faster,how many styles do it take to catch ya/
never scared of the bible,cause revalations was my fav chapter/
to rip mc's i became a ghost like casper/mind of steel
all hell against the people who wana draft us/
bring heat like volcanos,a musical dis-as-ter the x factor/
mc's need saved souls before cap-ture/
4o cal of verse across the R.P.from me will blast ya/

(the art of war)

Paintin the perfect picture,i kill mc's who can't keep this poet
out they cen-ter/
can't go at me :nono: -scribe with the killer thumb and index fin-ger.
fuck some niggas,you can't reach my DRASTIC MESSURES
get left in the SHADOWS fuck ya text-ure
weak mc's better graps together,become a brotherhood
but still get smashed by words thick like leather/
im bad or better.only god can judge me don't get
bladed up into feathers.

(last notes)
the poet is woke,bring death by poems burning like heat strokes
red dot on my enemies,keep under the barrow and scope
burry cowards under they smoke,(cuz the claim to spit fire)
its hard to talk hard wit a slit thraot.ya niggas always wana quote.
but read the lesson,ya defeat will be your lastnotes/

this was real ill.too hard for small minds.
get back with replies.holla at me

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