Soul brother's on this scene now...gon' really do a COOL one for ya.
Siah:
Archery through parched lips I aim rhymes that maim mimes
The verbal darts I rip (rip) your heart skips (skip) a beat grip your seat
And you can dip your feet in the clear blue here to
Defrost your rear view if you're lost then I can steer you
To where I travel it's always upon the gravel
Cause slaves walk the paved and everybody got a gavel
I could rouse a rabble, but never dabble in that babblin sport
Form a flock, I bring the fodder for your thought
And in the meelee I stay (cool) like icicle licks
The baby Pele here to hit you with them tricycle kicks
Rhymes are tight like vice grips with mic tools, the fools manifest
Jewels to get you high like swimmin in the cesspool
And when you starve I carve a rhyme like a pumpkin
And in the caverns of my soul I go spelunkin
So now you're sunk in the flow, it's mad pure and
MCs who lack the knack are even samplin my urine
Rhymes who eminate from this Yeminite lights
Like a torch I disseminated thoughts in flights
To ignite the four corners of the Earth plus the last world birth
From the sand, now my turf need the astro, I
(leave no footprints in the sands of time
so these wack MCs can't follow me)
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
I explain shit, all you need to pay's attention
Four dimensional, I call it verbal intervention
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit
Po ED explain shit, all you need to pay's attention
Four dimensional, he call it verbal intervention
Yeshua:
Keep close, look to peep the roads to
