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Correct No Soles' Dopest Opus Lyrics
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Siah & Yeshua DapoED
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Correct No Soles' Dopest Opus
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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 took since tracks are not left evident To prevent duplicate footprints Sprints on the main speed remain lame, spannin only A to B For me, A to T's the way to be, oh M Before, then, and after reckon they come to second Be very fast to analyze lines divised By the rhyme crafter, I have to, define my kicks While kids be wack, ridin piggyback droppin lint In hip hop I'm, wishing kids drop bombs, jewels And next shit, they best shit cool and only a batch do So I can pick it up and throw it right back at you Rhymes hash through, catch too to, match you View who invite bliss, despite kids Who force me to write this, sum it up like this Buffoons, are hot air balloons, find themselves with wealth Consumin plumes on the moon, spewin lagoons Now blooms, assumin, cats, on a tune in Gladly catch due and sadly that' rulin Hip hop as I know it, it stops with the Poed Not only plant seeds but take time when I grow it So in, the feast the need for weed whackin seems rappers Come a dime a dozen, empty minded, they find it's easy Sayin nothin when they shit drop, the remedy we be Formin only original lyrics and shit bit Hip Hop (You know I leave no footprints on the sands of time So these wack mcs can't follow me) Siah: Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit We Be explain shit, formulatin a solution Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit To be free, explain shit, formulatin a solution Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution
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