revelations of a lyricist
Singer:papoose
papoose! im here with the hip-hop legend
haters try to cremate him but he still exist
spittin' this 'til i'm spiritless
welcome to the revelations of a lyricist
haters try to cremate him but he still exist
i'm limitless envision this is genesis
ima rep thug-a-cation 'til i'm spiritless
the revelations of a lyricist
i got the smell of death in my nose
i got this nigga flesh on my clothes
thought that i would never be told
sit back and watch the clever unfold
cuz when it comes to them bars nigga
when its time to sing songs
when its time to lace tracks
motherfucker i'm a monster
you wanna move a lot of work in ya hood i'll be your sponsor
take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas
collect my money in envelopes
walk through this concrete jungle like i was kontra
like dreadlocks i'm at the top of the roster
hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure like i'm a barber
come through and put in that work with the revolver
i would like tiger but aint a golfer
i dont gotta hear your album cause i'm the author
and the third part of the saga
yeah i hear 'em say they go hard
when i see you i say thats my son
underground king like arthur
you find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales
and your customer chose me cause mines is harder
next time you bag up make 'em larger
your sale dead like you need a charger
i'm known to bang that tool
you aint never heard a name that cool
spittin sixteen bars i'ma change that rule
somebody with no bars musta made that rule
the industry owe me a lot
ride the track like a maybach
but you gotta pop your gun right
you goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype
they guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight
cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice
what would you do if they had a plot for your life
and all you really had was a glock and one mic
walk through they blocks with them ice
get some garlic on the top and one sprite
now thats enough time to pop if you want right?
but if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice
cuz i'll stab ya whole flock with one knife
they mad cause i got more checks than air nikes
when it comes to spending money i stop at no price
i take a long time to stop spinning like the last dice
that four powerful enough to drop both y'all
had a whole block flooded with the high most squad
i could see straight through you like a hydro jaw
my gun bust like i aint got no car
when i look in the mirror i see a rhyme
when i'm sexing my chick i see a rhyme
and weverytime i squeeze my dick i pee a rhyme
why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme
i got enough bars to give you a three to nine
the supremacist is ceremonial
vogulty above vintriliquist
with splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis
put an end to this senselessness.