"Non Compos Mentis" as written by Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, Adrian Burley, Aaron Joseph Pointer and Michael Troy....
[Mikah 9] Non compos mentis and moon struck come, pompous apprentice and succumb To this relentless, yes, the sun rises and sets yet you see none of it's effects until it's done then you'd reflect on how you'd run I'd take a step, your momentum I had still kept, fool [Abstract Rude] they eat then they want to smoke then they eat food repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude this is not simply just to downplay wishes made by emcees who found they status do what you do to live life lavish have this cabbage, heavy baggage [Aceyalone] Well I would like to start by saying life has to be sparked each day and night, got to be smart don't play your time, you won't be back when I speak I slice the words up like a slasher private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer sky swimmer I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer and I like talking about dilemma and come up with a solution for the pollution my contribution being the superior being at emceeing and seeing the light love being in the light but they snatch it like a thief in the night [Mikah 9] (right, right, you know what I mean) I call them the cookie monsters on the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy combined with M&Ms, money, main these be -Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor send him in, rendering him limb and limb salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering my tender and remembering the splendor when I put my first splinter in nail cuticle, black male and you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle checks not cash knots she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat the rest will go up to other how's tickling the G-spot on G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP you could smuggle me a key I best belive that's how it be just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies [Abstract Rude] Out the hotel ain't we having a car come pick us up? the life of a star come hook us up studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys search from land to land go from a thousand to a hundred to ten and couldn't find an honest man it ain't always what it's promised to be they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree shhh... can you keep a secret? of course or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse out the airport and we having a plane fly us out we the truest, they interview us for what we write about whether we're right or wrong once again it's on 'til the night is gone get in a zone from the dome and a tight song [Aceyalone] Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it? now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is? I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump and be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump I could play it like a trump make you sicker than the mumps the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps and sometimes it don't come at all you run you fall come one for all for one depending on exactly where you from 'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe and freedom of man original with the tan can I expand? can I feel the crowd? if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow and the eagle and the hawk They say why you talk that crazy talk I tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see" on me, "we hear what ears can't hear" poetry we can be what nobody can be solely the only lonely truly [Mikah 9] Non compos mentis and moon struck come pompas apprentice and circum To this relentless the sun rises and sets yet you see none of it's effects until it's done then you'd reflect on how you'd run I'd take a step, your momentum I had still kept, fool


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"Non Compos Mentis" as written by Edwin M. Jr. Hayes, Adrian Burley, Aaron Joseph Pointer, Michael Troy

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    General Commentnobody's commented, wow. This is an amazing song.


    alternative hip hop is great
    mizrboyon May 21, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThe beginning is my favourite
    Not a big fan of hip-hop, but this is pretty good stuff
    funkygurl714on August 31, 2009   Link
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    General CommentComments are not needed for this song. I mean, holy shit.
    billyboy414on March 13, 2010   Link
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    General CommentGood song is good.
    tejdog1on December 02, 2011   Link
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    General CommentThis song is beyond ridiculous well executed. Why? Because you put three genius MCs together and all they have to do is drop a chill backbeat and do their thing for 4 minutes. Hip Hop GOLD.
    KukiBeeon May 18, 2013   Link

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