I'm reborn bitches,
diz is a str8 up lyricist renaissance
brand new shit,
ambient music, styles i wanna flaunt
optimistic-point-of-view,
new way of flexin' comprehension
got my joint-a-brand-new clue,
sum characteristics 2 mention
writing my rhymes
i'm payin' more attention, while thinkin'
is it whack or not,
should i leave it out, or get benched-in?
leavin-a-line-out will reduce the waste
of breath when im heavin-a-rhyme-out,
if it doesnt make sense its non-sense,
thinkin it could be worth something
naw man its worthless,
less than a pence..
i never been or tried to be hard,
i played my cards right,
been true to my self work hard,
improvement of my rhymes
comin in time,
underground shit the records comin to the shelves
gain respect in the streets
not for bein a g, a thug, or any of those
im in another society
where we comin in variety, its a hip hop revolution
where race doesnt matter,
but words and rhyme- flows
shatter n are executin no weapon
accept for the exception of the verbalist mic
true emcee
with a turntable a dj with a beat thats just right
get the crowd bouncin,
a flow the appeals to the sences
sence-appeal
comin from ESSENCE the flows young-n-restless
relentless , get-this im the best
of this shit, no platinum hits or gold plaques
a record deal i lack, but in the
streets i hit cats with lines from the front to the back
matta-a-fact i dont wanna get to cocky,
battlin in the ring and get my ass knocked like rocky..
ima sit back and work on my flow,
the multis, and the vocab.. ima elevate myself
into anotha level, win n lose..
survive with some purple hearts, aim for perfection
im about to hit the center
like when throwin the dart.. bring this to a conclusion,
hope i didnt leave yall in confusion,
this shits brand new.. maybe u just seein shit.. u seein an illusion...

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