Moots*I!*
represent intellectual poetry With
guidance on the front of mathematical symmetry The
rhyme is back with facts on weird tracks I'm
cooking up steam cos Moots Is! on a warpath I
bring my own brand of funk takin' it to the top Zappin'
all emcees who be stealin' from the vault Medieval
style rhymes through ways of pure fantasy My
sword is drawn if you're seen in my proximity Watch
your back I'm, on my lyrical onslaught To
show the world that I be never gettin' caught Drop
the beatbox we're back up on attack Stormbringer
Point Blanc get up on the track Point

*1*
2, 1 2, son come on I
bring the hip hop conciousness Into
the mentals of this mainstream prisoners Divine
scriptures unleashed breakin' shackles of ignorance Challengin'
the limits of an emcee's inner tolerance Unroll
the rap scroll prophesise the Stormbringer Legendary
verbal crusader Righteous
benefactor loyal devoted apostle Pledgin'
a covenant for the hip hop culture Ronin

*I'm*
about to drop mad vocabo makin hits richer Goin'
all out as I bust rhymes combustion with ammo Modern
day Gestapo takin my place amongst the fathers of fame Yeah
we bout to rumble leavin' y'all crippled C

*Loco. Do*
you think it's easy being me Ain't?
nobody close enough to be in You're
quick to judge without thinkin' You
put me down you, got no information First
you live my life initiate, conversation My
conscience keep me in check I'm
self righteous clear the set so what the heck I!
play it cool but, you do what you shouldn't do Now
I'm through you, think you know me cos I've seen you Uh? Landslyde!

*Clear*
my path while my brain subtract Vocal
in motion now I'm fully intact Diabolical
hip hop fluid mixes like a chemical In
my blood stream I'm doin' it for the cream But
in between tha dream runs fast I grasp Microphone
bionics reign supreme Determined
to stay on to bring on tha ruckus Statement
Buddha-x is tha toughest Ronin

*Keep*
slidin' and riding to the beats that keep on vibin' Hypnotising
the mic that keeps the crowd all mesmerising Temperatures
rising my excitement keeps on climbin' It's
the rhymin' euroasian recognise my station Under
pressure aggressor can it be but no other Me
brother bootie tamer who be down for whatever Aroused
by the way you shake your hips and lick your lips As
your sweat drips you got me workin' on a fix
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Intellectual Poetry Lyrics

Ammo Poetic – Intellectual Poetry Lyrics