on impulse, i bought can-i-bus and rap the jacker/
2 days after, he'd become my favourite rapper/
to this day i'ma rookie, this man was clearly a vet/
i just wanted to understudy the poet laureate/
have 10 minutes in the same room, a chance to converse/
exchange words, maybe even rehearse a long verse/
i wanted to know his views on human cloning/
of UFO sightings, satelite monitor zones an'/
if there really was an AREA 51/ and roughly
how hard and fast to it he'd swiftly run/
how shifty bum rapper had attacked his credibility/
how 2nd round knockout was written suspence was killing me/
i sit and wonder how he got wise at a young age/
created rays of light without making the front page/
when i say rays, i mean knowledge to penitraite darkness/
the darkness is ignorance, it leaves our spirits tarnished/
the light hits the darkness and for a brief moment spars-with/
and in the end, the truth is so clear its practically varnished/
the turth grows and the masses come and reap the ground/
and use this crop to progress mentally in leaps and bounds/
but TV is used to keep us stupid and beat us down/
til our brains are mush, we suffer defeat and drown/
when was the last time you read some literature?/
the last time an emcee was spitting-at-yer/
something other than a common demoninator/
the cash/girl phenomina, i'm saying "god, i hate ya"/
this is a tribute to my favourite rapper, never played the actor/
reincaration will bring his skills back hereafter/

just something i penned today in repsect to mr mic club.

I LIKED IT SO FUCK WHAT OTHERS THINK TWIN DO YOU AND MAD PROPS

holy shit, i go away 2 weeks and get 1 reply????? uppin this^^