Author Topic: "Lyrical Mic Fiend" (Read 560 times)

DiSSENT · « **on:** April 28, 2005, 10:42:10 AM »

[size=08pt]Ayo, skip the Hyped-Up Intro, I'ma Supply The Info
avoiding the typical; dealin', bling, Rides & Bimbo's
I was Impartial To Crime, then I Started To Rhyme
I guess Hip Hop was embedded in my Heart & My Mind
it's personal art, ghetto poetry Str8 From My Soul
I'm Breakin' The Mold just bein' me & Takin' Control
reppin' Independence Relentless, my struggle is Endless
dispersin' this verse of fury, each Sentence is pure Vengeance
for the 19 year old Hispanic Mutt, stuck in a Massive Rut
factually, That's What's Up; I ain't no Mechanic But
I still stay around hoods & foo's've always Popped Trunks
on my block the Cops Stunk, plus, they corruptly Shot Punks
it affected me sub-Consciously, but I ain't gangsta Obviously
had too many peers killed by bullets to ever Possibly
even hold a Strap & Spray, rather write or Rap Away
that factor is in me, I feel it; but, it's not my Path Per Say
no braggin' or Boastin', though I'm Smokin' & Coastin'
I openly acknowledge I know Armageddon's Approachin'
my 3rd eye sees the future Closin'-in, but I Proceed
to just go against the Flow, See, I stay anti-Phonie
No Greed, jealousy or Envy comin' from this M.C.
I'm a "Lyric & Mic Fiend" & most can relate, Evidently
each song written's like a new Entry in my War Journal
over-looked & under-rated; while most go "pop" like Corn Kernals
I take the road less Traveled, no Babble it's like a Battle
to speak what I think & feel deep inside, it's mental Scrabble
connectin' letters like dots to form an Ultimate Picture
my syllables swarm ya', once you vibe & these Multiples Hit'cha
this is yet Another Gem I've shared, it's no Fuckin' Trend
I don't Bluff, Pretend or lie about all of the Bucks I Spend
it's merely for exhibition, with precision these lines Rotate
it's like a Showcase of my power, even if all my Foes Hate
I'ma fight for Freedom Of Speach w/ my Lethal Technique
I'm kept humble by my experiences, they Keep Me Unique*[/size]