What I'm Here 4

Tell the people what you're here for It's the message in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic, aight? I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype I'm type crashin', down like a meteorite I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin' There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin' There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds For your mental, spirit and physical temple Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin' it Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it Your state of being, becoming advanced through it While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason I used to always like to hang out Now I lounge in the rest writin' bombs while tracks bang out I know you peeped me in the club then But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin' It's the message in the song that makes you rock on Some people go to places where they don't belong Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight But I'm here to bless this mic, aight? Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples Dig the steelo I'm fightin' wars you know As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs MC's muttering menial madness, they get mobbed Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some Exquisite exotic exciting type shit Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick I'm type slick, known as the God Universal Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin' sands Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you Simply with my point of view, and I knew That many would come, that's why I've chosen To cut off pathways, and there's no runways or doorways open For the jokers who ain't focused And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries Hearts and minds, shine bright light with insight Yeah sense my birthright to set up cyphers with power Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight Who can't freestyle, sometimes I make my peeps smile By sayin' somethin' crazy wild Like some shit off my dome, that be soundin' Better than the next man's whole album

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