Ladies and There are seven acknowledge wonders of the You are about to witness the
Poetic goes around, comes around
Stop, look, listen, Play fire and you'll get burned You think you want but you don't want none A on the mic, you don't want one
I the heat on, proceed to beat on Any soft sap who he's gone Na, come in my realm when I'm at the Nightmare's a when I'm on Elm
Street, sleep but you don't Awaken, achin', Codeine Now you're to O.D. you don't want none of Moe Dee
Pain won't relieve ya Suicide won't do it after I cremate you I'ma you
you back for another round Just to put you in the ground Over and over When is it over, it
When I die but I won't die, try Rhyme forever, huh, why I Crush tries to crush this Hurt like the truth, poetic
Poetic
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Doing justice to
This is a flurry, a fist of A rhyme so that it has to blurry Your vision, don't wink, or stop to think Or you might miss the rhyme, ink
Flows from the to the pen And comes when the thought transcends From the pen to the paper and to tape And a to wax and back to the tape
Another hit which you get with A brainiac'll react, but a Can't relate, he hold the weight The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps
The comatose a double dose Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like most Simplified or out of the norm But I as I'm to perform
Records for the pop playlist The pop jocks, play this In an intent to hold rap stop the hard and play the wack
They play the weak 'cause the weak won't But that just makes a fan go A that they know will bust this justice (Who's on the radio)
Poetic
goes around, comes around Goes around, around goes around, comes around Goes around, comes
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Poetic, phonetic, genetic, You it Those who to oppose are foes And usually can't afros
As the rhyme flows, the grows But only those with a soul knows The relevance of the beat of the And it's comin' from
For those of you who just don't the second boat you're missin' Just Noah, had you swimmin' the warnin' of an endin'
Of an era, a of terror Over a nova, never ever Try to the lie The truth won't die and why I
A versatile child of the Speak with a ghetto style and The I relate to the youth Is pure souls can the truth
The poisoned souls have to stop it But just stop it hip-hop is From our roots and you can't this This is our ancestors' poetic
Poetic
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