The Influence

I create off drum drops
And 808 black tops
Grab the mike so you don't react
The double x polo shirt with the hat to match
In fact we verbally vibrate your track
Then crush ya confidence
Like plastic condiments
Build you up to break you down
Like forgotten monuments
The question is this will they return
With the hot shit or keep it on the low
And for you confused bastards
Tuna the blues master's quick to grip the mic
Cruise fast and sound clash at critical mass
Pitiful blast have been deflected
Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected
I don't sip on brew so this buds for you
Speak when spoken to
Whenever you come through
My vibes feel you internal ya revenue
You rhyme prostitute for little or no loot
Cause a lot of these kids think that commercial
Is rockin' fly suits and jewelry
But we can rock shows with no rehearsal
With the Rebels of Rhythm and UNITY
Cause I'm nice, smooth, hard as a bone
Since I picked up the microphone
I'm hotter than brimstone
The razor sharp, cross bow, accurate
And drop the multi verbal milligram supplement
Plus invent theological word advance
Been too legit to quit before the hammer pants
The inherit to the pen converge words to psalms
And stay blacker them the New York Harlem Renaissance
No comp we paint a darker picture in yo' sector
Perfect verbal architecture sparkin lectures
Lyrics infectious fuck your Lexus
If you ain't givin' god the praise then it's useless
Like when mc's try to make hits
And them shits flop
Runnin races like they was Penelope pit stop
Enveloped he hits rock bottom
The disc jock got em souped up
But his rhyme his beat & loop suck
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Like da da, da dee da dee da da
Ba da da dee dee dee ba da da
I can see clearly now
Top of the pile with my style
Check the profile it shifts like sundials
Crisp like young smiles we rip and run wild
Intent to rock crowds some bite like rotweils
Your game is disconnected, misdirected, disrespected
When we come in expect some next shit
The J-U-R-A classical forte
Gets low down and dirty like the eel moray
My heart pump the rhythm of the militant street life
Soldier with composure up under the street light
The pro style prototype
Professional media light - shine bright
Now kill all the bullshit
Cheap talk and lip service
Jealousy and envy and undertone curses in your verses
Serve the purpose
Of a nigga livin nervous
Unsure & uncertain
But about to short circuit
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A yo my gift of gab should be sold in bags
Boost up da price tag make a wack rapper mad
Rely on my right side secure and I take tight
Tasty tangible to ya mandible and clavicle
Easily tuna be cleverly swellin my treasury
Vocal pedigree for you critics who try ta measure me
But leisurely I'm bout to run you down my resume
Had a bundle of struggle from birth 'til my present day
Your love don't compute
Perhaps you need a boost
A magical flute
Some nose candy to toot
Before you get loose
Express and tear da roof
You claim you got the juice
But you're lame and out the loop
So I associate myself with fossilize figures
Crack the summer sizzler
Hit the real live niggas
My influence is gun shots and trauma units
Street trends with material world friends
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