Currently Listening to Rakim - It's been a long time

Follow procedures the crowd couldn't wait to see this
Nobody been this long awaited since Jesus
Who wouldn't believe this I heard the word on the street is
I'm still one of the deepest on the mic since Adidas
They said I changed the times from the rhymes that I thought of
So I made some more to put the New World in Order
with Mathematics, put your status above the average
And help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
Cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
Brainstormin, I write and watch the night turn to mornin
On and on and, I got the whole world respondin
Rock, I keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
The Emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
Rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that Rakim is in?

Follow me into a solo
Get in the flow - and you can picture like a photo
Music mixed mellow maintains to make
Melodies for MC's motivates the breaks
I'm everlastin, I can go on for days and days
With rhyme displays that engrave deep as X-rays
I can take a phrase that's rarely heard, FLIP IT
Now it's a daily word
I can get iller than 'Nam, a killin bomb
But no alarm - Rakim will remain calm
Self-esteem make me super superb and supreme
But for a microphone still I fiend
This was a tape I wasn't supposed to break
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate
I want to see who can keep followin and swallowin
Takin the making, bitin it and borrowin
Brothers tried and others died to get the formula
But I'ma let ya sweat - you still ain't warm
You a step away from frozen, stiff as if ya posin
Dig into my brain as the rhyme gets chosen
So follow me and were ya thinkin' you were first?
Let's travel at magnificent speeds around the Universe
What could ya say as the Earth gets further and further away
Planets are small as balls of clay
Astray into the Milky Way - world's outasight
Far as the eye can see - not even a satellite
Now stop and turn around and look
As ya stare in the darkness, ya knowledge is took!
So keep starin soon ya suddenly see a star
You better follow it cause it's the R
This is a lesson if ya guessin and if ya borrowin
Hurry hurry step right up and keep followin
The Leader

True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rape and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerillas
This ain't a real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, scampling and booz, and all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun shit, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Bit the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killing
The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemy's the North Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told "be at ease"
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegic, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

I grab Mics bust the raw
Take flight adjust the Yaw
Break your bicuspid with your own jaw
Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born
Technically you don’t even exist, God
A flick of the wrist, you’ll be gone
Lost in limbo like pig shit camouflaged in a pig farm
I’m an enigma I rip bars
Or burn your star with 5 points
Plus the mic I ripped thus far
I stomp on ya forehead
Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange
And eat the carnage
My God that sounds horrid, eating MC’s
Is like eating garbage they make me vomit
Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face
Anthropomorphilogically speaking I’m out of ya league
Who can match the bottom of my top speed
Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt
Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era
Sentences go through re-synthesis
I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis
Without Rockefeller membership
Don’t be an optimist and try to rock with Bis
You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus

Yo its handcuffed, in the back of the bus, forty of us
The road it was rough, plus nobody I could trust (trust)
Headed upstate, no chance for escape
Barbed wire and guards and the gun tower secured the gate
My uncle's fate, was life without parole
Thank God I was blessed with an out date
I can't wait, but I got to
You probably wouldn't have did what I did to catch a bid, but I'm not you
I got a crew still on the street, they don't write me letters
No time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddar
Never did I sweat it, I know they got a life to live
My man J, had a wife and kids
And these are the consequences, my actions committed
Some cats that I used to visit, now I live with
Along with swillas, killas, drug dealas, some rich brothas
Crackheads, con artists, child molesters, dick suckers
All types of individuals
Sorta like a melting pot for criminals.
The system is designed to stock the plentiful
This old cat from the hood
Told me, "Out of every bad situation comes some good"
Its understood
Prison ain't good for my health
Lookin' in the mirror, introducing me to myself
I studied my thoughts, my ways, the routes I took
Yo, I read daily, it ain't all about the books
Its all about the lessons you learn, through your experience
Applying it in a positive way, period
All praise due to Allah, I used to Skeme
'Til he showed me the straight way, (Arabic ???)
Now I'm on the V-I, telling Moms about Islam
She called me a blasphemous fool, I stayed calm
The world wasn't ready for the changes I made
They were waitin' for the nigga I was in twelfth grade
Everyday, the same old thing, I walked the yard
Set up in the chow hall, with Abdul Rahim
Cats waitin' in infirmary lines, for they medicines
Boorish Americans, walk around, with circum sevens (?)
And older heads playin' horseshoes, sometimes chess
Trippin' when I first seen a faggot with breasts
In the shower with a cap, gettin' hit from the back
White dudes, on basketball courts, kickin' hacky-sacks
Broad games, card games--face it
Everybody, time on they hands--most of it wasted
Anything to make the time fly, soon as possible
Some cats used to sleep all day, that's unacceptable
Heads getting cracked over unpaid debts
Either a shank or a lock on the side would do the trick
Correction officers, devil's advocate
And when its time to go home, parole boards wasn't havin' it
Life was hell every day, the devil's tryin' me
But I paid my debt, to society
And after twenty-seven months, of my life, I'll tell you one thing
I know why the caged bird sings
Yo, yo, yo, yo
In jail, without the bail (repeat)

Forensic psychologist Samual Dubois explains,
"You'll probally never understand Germaine",
Incoherant speaches, puzzles in pieces,
The subchemichal deepness, of his glandular excretions,
Realms of Heaven and Hell,
Glowin angelic gel, spliced wit' bovine leukemia cells,
Demons in Hell, they call to me
I scream "What can you offer me?" they reply "technosorcery"
They tell me the meek will never inherit the world, Cause they weak,
Standin of two 12 inch feet,
I dream quasi-Draconian dreams when I sleep,
Peyote leafs mixed with the blood of a priest
In a room where the ceiling leaks of crimson grease,
Where the living eats the dead, and the dead reek,
Rock bottom transforms human beings to beasts,
Why the fuck you think we got canine teeth?,
It's the optical stimuli, of watching men stop and smell the roses,
I hope I have time to repent before I die,
Bury me at the beach, if the sea is outta reach,
Cause when I speak, what's fluid becomes concrete,
Like a falcon up in the sky, Ten-thousand feet,
Looking down at you bitches, lookin at me,
Phase shiftin to 45 degrees,
I'm too crooked to see, I memorize the books that I read,
Sucking from the breasts of knowledge, constantly weaning,
Unbeseemingly a genious without meaning,
Trying to visualize what Harry Houdini was feeling,
Hand-cuffed under water, without breathing,
Near death, on a fatal quest for air,
But why should anyone care, he put himself there,
His career was based on facing his fears,
To take destiny from the hand of the man upstairs,
He didn't mind the cold stares he got from his peers,
they couldn't tell him where he was going, or how to get there,
It's better to be prepared and fail,
Then to be scared and unsure of yourself, and still get killed,
Don't rhyme like I used to, but I still got skills,
More than a couple confirmed kills, under the belt,
Huntin emcees like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthafucka like a trophy on my shelf,
Fuck the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme that I wrote,
Count how many mics I smoked, minus the goat(ll cool j diss)
Bus is dope, my battlin' average higher than most,
When I'm on the mic, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Bis, Must be a hoax,
Black man? No, what about the great white hope?,(eminem diss, start)
What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the fuck is the Mathers with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 C-logo, neon blue,
The most theatrical emcee battle of all time,
I rip jackers like you, you know the call sign,(eminem diss, finish)
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm spittin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to process one of my rhymes,
You got to rewind every one of my lines,
Do you know how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can foreshadow my flow,
Figuratively the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my lyrical quotes,
they show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off strong automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, analyze the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd bars, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it,
And write in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can look at it, (speaking in spanish)
Huh?, what the fuck is that whack shit?
You're clumsy and dumb, like a hand with five thumbs,
Welcome to MicClub, Cirriculum 101

Canibus?





Yo, check it
Yo, I got slugs for snitches
No love for bitches
Puttin thugs in ditches
When my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough
I'm known for yoking jacks
And beatin them with smoking gats
Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
Cause in a street brawl, I strike men like lightning
You see what happened in my last fight friend?
Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hotty stare
I keep a shotty near
It's the nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm know to roast
Until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most
I'm leaving niggaz comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smoking dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed
And got a hot lead face lift
All through high school I had braids
I kept mad blades
Stabbing teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak
Cause my techniques great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper
Fuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a whyle town
You know my style clown, so bow down

I have the ability, to mentaly deatatch myself from emotion
And the agility to dementadly slash your flesh with a motion
During a comotion whats occuring is a promotion
When I crack you in public, all you see is the blur of an explosion
Im pure corrosion of conformity, I love deformity
Like slice faces like shrapnel from bunkers in normandy
I observe you as non existant
the nerve of you to think your sadistic
Your an assistant, a piss ant
An unrealistic a bitch ass, you kiss ant
A dumb sistic vibrosic spastic that piss in his pants
If you see a stranger, stabbing a stranger
Dont get involved that shill will be stranger
When your in danger, of your life being taken
Over something, that wasnt a major concern of yours
Now your in surgery, cause an your artery got cut with a razor
Ya played yaself you walk your line in life
Dont go batty, this rap I kick is deep like the shit Manson told Patty

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die

i aint hardcore, i dont pack a 9 millimeter
most of yall gangster rappers aint hardcore neither
whoever get mad then im talkin bout you
claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
where im from, your reputation dont mean jack
so what you pack gats and you sell fiends crack
you aint big time, my man
you aint no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who did time
rhyme after rhyme its the same topic
what make you think you hardcore cause you was raised in the projects
broke ass, finally got a hundred in your pocket
now you on the mic spittin moneys no object
what you say is bullcrap
if you wasnt with your crew and wasnt drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?
you need to stop frontin
or youre headed for self destruction

black people

Nerds

shut the fuck up

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