Verse 1:
Ayo my mind state contimplate God Man and ideology
through scriptures visioning pictures of life's ecology~
Predicting ghetto children as gifted even as prodigies
manipulating words like a chemits wit physiology~
Possibly...a glitch in the matrix poverty isn't based
on the races just the faces on government papers~
It's all political branded 3/4ths man traded in senegal
half of an individual for gunz like animals~
Spit to a sample droppin lyrics hardder than anvils
shining brighter than candels held by prophets and sandals
Take heed to the ramble i'm like vic wit the scramble
Life's dice percise in case my day is a gamble~
Caught in a cipher wit future lifers men posing
as vipers from rawway to rikers~
The plan is to keep us in cages like monkies in diapers
so dont sleep and they wonder why my poetry's deep~

I'm rather unique
chorus:
[scratched in w/ Pete Rock ad-libs]
why, why, why I'm rather unique
why I'm rather unique

Verse 2:
Peep the synopsis as i spit Rightous and gothic ghetto
scribe decribing hell like daniel the prophet~
Expressing the pains of directing the misguided wit knowledge
Articulate madness my minds deeper than mathmatics to
dessimate masses raised in the land of the savage~
Ill like crackbabies in shoppin carts as a carriage
Political elections be stressin the need to vote
avoiding issues like Aids,Famine,B's and Locs~
Too concerened wit E pills they know we use the Weed to cope
Living in poverty but reprimand us when we sling the dope~
So our quest for cream chasin the american dream lead
us down alleys serving posin to feins~
A visicous...
Some say it aint right survival of the fittest
where all that matters is eattin at night~
Who can be at peace when bullets rang in the streets
call us weak but even Roses rang from the concrete~

(chorus)
(chorus)

Verse 3:
Ayo I paint the illest picture ya mind can capture you
other Rappers are magets feasting off the ignorant masses
you sons of bitches are the children of bastards Ya words
goryand graphic every word weeving lies into fabric
Ya average artists spits the hardest piece of garbage that he
jots within margin cashing checks wit hooks an illiterate jargin
Gloryfying the worst of life's ills how you keepin
it real where every track another nucca gets killed
Charged wit gun possestion my mind is the weapon I weild like
excalibur lyricly slicing rapper ike galliger
beyond ya comprehension like death in the night
you gotta face me you just pray it's later in life~
the kid is just nice matter of fact the Man is percise
wit rigid and hard shi that would appeal to a dike
if its the best then i'm the one that you seek
SOCRATES MENTAL WIT A PRISON PHYSIQE MY POETRY'S DEEP

why, why, why I'm rather unique]
chorus [w/ ad-libs]


Can I Please Get Some Feeback On This...

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