Marinate on this............

I’m at the level where it’s impossible for me to elevate
My chops salivate at the pound of the break beat, the sound of insane streets../
Motivates this poets state of mind, rest my head in Michigan
In the depth if listenin’ to the bowls of demons in my bed and wisperin’/
Provoking the locus like flowin goin’ to omens
To my tormented peoples who don’t know where they souls went/
This nigga tryin to move more souls than the S-dot-Carters
Contest my myters who’s sorry like the S-Dot-D-dot Padres, if I say/…
A verse, best believe it’s written in the stone of ages
from the art form birth from Planet Rock, magnify the gravel for clone of my faces/
‘cuz Im close to the streets, but my inner soul is in the heavens
Ghostwriting from the spirit of David, write perfected scrolls in the sevens/
Heartfelt flow conceive rain, while battle raps entrees thunder
Grasp the night to relive pain, and the morning sun to retreat under/
Cough out the clouds and take a shit in the form of tornadoes
I’m more than a mere emcee, I’m an immortal born to take over/..

.......Hard!!

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