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Abdul-Infinite cipher with Mekkan Refugee

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TraceOneInfinite:
Abdul-Infinite:  You go first

Mekkan Refugee:  Naw you go first

Abdul-Infinite:  Naw.. your first to bomb on um

Mekkan Refugee:  First to bomb on um?  I've been fasting all ramdaan/
I was built up with boulders on shoulders/
I've surveyed the lands over- centuries
I got a great sense of history/
Ever since I got a sense of self
Now its no mystery/
See I live in misery
Since the jinn overtook Mr. Refugee

Abdul-Infinite:   You "re-ly-on-jinn" that's your mystery God "religion"
Is what's the 5 percent men impressed upon me
See schisms have plauged men so I hate them
I do my dirt all by my lonely
It gets lonely sometimes on cloud nine
Conversatin with angels over different angles
And perspectives of thoughts
Mournin the loss of 2pac
I commemorate this Sept.-------

Mekkan Refugee:  ------and it don't stop
You got 2pac and we had Rumi
Two stars of biographical movies
Where art imitates life and vice versa
Tradin verses with my man eternal
Codename Infinite, inspired by the desert
My rely was on a jinn within a mirage
It flipped the script and seperated me from God
First he spit and out his mouth came a fog
When the fog cleared I was in land where Issa is God
Where my culture is unknown washed away with the sand
I stand in a concrete jungle in city of jazz fans
Blue grass or whatever they wanna call it
The only art I know is hiphop to express all my logic
Human mind thinks 1,000 words for expression
So just singin regular don't release the agression

Infinite:  and I'm lovin this cipher session
Guessin our words are our weapons
The power is in the word, for you there's no question
But lately my depression had me second guessin

Mekkan Refugee:  Don't be second guessin or stressin
All you need is One Mic for a weapon
Spread your voice to the world
Like Nas was suggestin
He is the best and
It was Eminem before that
Torch passed from 2pac
But I can take it further back then that
To the days of courtisans and poets
Twas similar to battle rap
Poetry has you knowin me
And I let that be all that

Infinite:  through your words I believe ya
And I know you ain't an 85% decieva'

Mekkan Refugee:  One day they love ya
Then the next they don't need ya
Back in my past life before the reincarnation
I was a poet expressin aspirations of my nation
Till the jinn overtook me and replaced my station
Now I'm a poor righteous teacher on the streets steady fakin

Infinite:  why you fake it just to make it?
Somethin you want, Mek?  Just take it?

Mekkan Refugee:  I fake cause I wait and wait for a plate
But I hate this hunger, I'm on the fringe of a skillet
Baked like pig bacon, tradin my past for cowboy hat and rake and----

Infinite: but you can adapt,
Just laugh, keep it light keep it movin
I know sometimes this life is confusin
Just use the word to make sense
And the dollars will come
Stay street smart, at time u just run

Mekkan Refugee:  I would run to the sun
But it would just send me back
The jinn has confined me to this life, must adapt

Infinite:  Don't adapt, break the spell, find the secret
Its in the visions from ganga man, just smoke this cause u need it

Mekkan Refugee:  now I see it, true glory, in my story I just peeped it
Better days ahead and my past I'll write out so you can read it.

O.G A.Geesta'z:
didnt read but im sure it was gay

MUHFUKKA:
you need help

J. B A N A N A S:
cool story bri-guy, but that wasn't true to real hip hop  :(


rich cracka swag, buyin up two blocks,
others looking jealous, my bitch be hot
i dont mind, smarter than the o-p,
look at the money brian so broke, yee!
smokin on kush got me higher than e-t
bitch in my office lookin at her tit-teez
feeling amazingly im fucking all the bitches,
lyin brian ass, he neglecting infants
you are still hating, playing shitty defense,
riding wood, i dont mean thee fence,
hold up mayne, mayne hold up,
try to act down brian you get held up
your nubian princess, get felt up,
white hand touch her, for a few bucks,
i mean white, not that mota,
whiter than that shit you get in bogota,
all your girls are ho's i put powder in they nose,
takin off they clothes you with sccit kickin flows

Sccit:
infinite>mekkan refugee>banana boy

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