Its like farrakahn say, a new thing is happening today
Its sweet to blaspheme beats when you aint got-ta pay
But the ancients stress patience. The agent knowledge ancients
If I take my time, what can I cant spit
Dont exist. The moment bliss, myself and I kiss
You know its bonafide, certified hotness
From the muthafreakin major deegan
To the 5 interstate. Mildly penetrate, like the khalua
Place the homogenized to bass I philosophize
Grace the demonic guys and space. Im outta dodge
My interests include flow, love and war
The hip championship Im thuggin for
So take the flyest rooks rhyme book like a leak
And freak. Page 43: The jet beauty of the speak
Now I dont really know but some city said
The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
What up star? Word to kenneth, we aint in the same
You better off spectatin, speculatin the aim
Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked
On some extra-next-texturized imagery stock
Inspired by only the desire to be
The mega-interworld poster man-child for emcee
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
If this aint ill, dub dont commence wit the drum fill
And it dont take a late night to make it tight
Willie bigger than a billy squier beat but comprehends
None of what I spead
Him see-through cuz him pretend
Now I dont really know but some city said
The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead
From the front page of final call, genocide bellowed
They aint understand this kid mic was made of metal
I jetted though, runnin for good credit of course
Cuz rap shit own my life since james brown was the source
And girls act stupidly when I be spillin em
Text like they chest was silicon and I was feelin em
But they numb, dumb in the skull as I be cold getting
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim, its soul-splittin
Pick up the pieces like the bread that be Jesus
With the welchs thats the blood
I know you felt like half a thug
When I came in the door, spit somethin raw
Then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour
Yo, salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin
Whos bacon? Biblically, its mine for the takin
Technically, the recipe is unwritten
Cuz all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin the era
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
Ya minglin wit mayhem slim
This is the grand age
Clear the stage
Recommit. Get on some other shit
You in the grand age nigga. Clear the stage
Yom-sayin
Bounce!
