Track Three, Verse Two, The Beautiful Mix CD

Get Focused.

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with Kweli
And the rock with a real name like a Styles P
Represent the L.O.X
Big up to all the massive rude boy pon deck
Niggaz yellin’ out what the blood clot, lick enough shots
Finna bust a flow like buckshot
What’s up Franklin Avenue?
These Brooklyn niggaz runnin’ wild through the jungle like caribou
Rap immaculate
I spit fire that will get tobacco lit faster than the rider on the chariot
Old school and cooler than the river watered downstream
Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green
The cops flashin’ the lights, passin’ them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat you like “The Passion Of Christ”

They got a sicker fetish for violence than Mel Gibson
We inject it in our system through direct television
The way I’m spittin’ Heaven through the Hell we living
It’s like fate is a fakery style you can tell it’s written
It’s like a jail when you’re sittin’ in a cell or prison
With destiny comin’ in the form of some mail or a visit
Yea opportunity’s knockin’
Like the beat, cuz I got Pete Rock and Beatminerz in my hemoglobin
Premier Show and Diamond D
Listen here we about to flip it on the track like ninety three.

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One Response to “Track Three, Verse Two, The Beautiful Mix CD”

  1. Ivan Says:

    HOT verse!!!!

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