Lyrical Calisthenics

Tragedy Khadafi

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    [Verse 1:]
    Define me as the greatest
    Came off a year hiatus
    Reemerged on the scene draped in the latest
    My third eye shine when the Ds try to invade us
    Ambidextrous my gun hand switch just like fate is
    Infiltrators and haters bless the earth
    And the mothers who made us
    Real shit I submit to my creator
    Watchin Feds watchin me and possibly
    The god be laying up in the palace sippin on Dom P
    Queens servin me salad the most violent
    The one MCs fear to challenge
    When apprehended by the beast my code of silence
    We exist in a war of violence
    Just a glimpse inside a gangster mind, my true talent
    A revelation for this thug nation
    For the fans patiently waiting I spit it hotter than Satan
    Making the streets form and join my congregation
    Yeah, the thug nation
    [Hook:]
    The trial is to feel that I'm in a race win it
    Benz pedal to the medal till my breathe diminish
    Alpha to Omega man till the cycle is finished
    Life still moves on and the earth is still spinnin'
    What I spit make the dead raise up and start livin'
    Facing the man in the mirror existence is clearer
    What it's worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
    What it's worth true purpose, Modern Day Che Guevara
    [Verse 2:]
    Your Highness in every line is
    Spontaneous combustion from the mind is
    Just a young dude with the wisdom like the old timers
    I let the beat the dictate my mind state
    On any given day, trust me the real relate
    Like violators going down state, we migrate
    The crime rate increases, when I release the illest thesis
    The beast love eating dark meat, endangered species
    And right about now my style is like the biblical times
    Burnin bushes red seas partin as I recline
    Submittin' to the most high, embracin' all my nines
    True story, forever shine but in due time
    Bear witness a thugs drama I switch the aura holdin' a torah
    Ridin shotgun in the impala
    Thoughts of slayin?,
    Black Hand the Vatican Third World the 'sama
    Time ta separate the real from the fraudulent
    Cause being broke is too intense
    See the world through Armani specs
    It's the struggle and revolution that I represent
    And I'm just playing my part, layin' getting bent
    And I'm just playing my part, just layin' getting bent
    [Repeat Hook:]
    [Verse 3:]
    The All Eye seein, Whatever happened to the art of MC'in
    And rappers steady G'in as I hold a Mic tight
    Open my eyes mind free in the zone
    94 million miles away from home my throne made of chrome
    Was a young one lost in the hood, now that I'm grown
    Seein life with a realer purpose
    Counterfeit spirits they fear it cause they just show the surface
    And time'll tell, I seen some warriors die in a cell
    Broken hearted, daily departed they soul just fell
    Outside under the spell
    My rhymes sacred like the Arch, or the covenant
    The streets lovin it, arrest the president
    Overthrowin' a dark government
    Allustrious the gods flow, it's similar to dutches
    Perfectly wrapped around dro
    Street scholar like honorable Elijah Muhammad
    Without the nation of Farrakhan movin behind it
    Accurate timin with nines in the minks linen
    Reinstated though I'm constantly hated I'm still shinin
    The greatest story never told
    But now manifested on a desert scroll, The arms I hold
    Never stressin, Mic's I'm blessin the truth unfolds
    Never stressin, Mic's I'm blessin the truth unfolds

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