Greydon Square
5th
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
What comes after four?
...2
Higher form fighter born firestorm
Disguised as porn, hiding out inside your dorm
Buyer be warned as in caveat emptor
As other inmates, in the yard ask me what I'm in for
Ten four, but only if you copy
Most of these cocky rappers are known to be sloppy
...whole posse, sound old and off beat
I stomp on the track, 10 toes, all feet
...raw meat for the carnage
Described as lost, I draw heat from the darkness
Whether high cross or crescent moon sacrilege
Dig in the truth sack, they'll send the goons after ya
I am Africa, as much as America, Europe, and i can back it up
Using nothing but a sundial, and an abacus
Half of this is studied in the classic sense
The other half, is quantum scale accurate
Now we'll study til; we master it
Collecting assets cuz we're passionate
I hope you notice that they've sold you a lie
Which is exactly what will happen when you open your mind
GU!
We've amassed a collective
SongtexteOf trans-intellectual genius for your inspection
....yea the dream is on
That's why i spit it Frederick Douglass mixed with Robert G. Ingersoll
The freest fall, you couldn't match velocity
I keep it going even if the DJ drops the beat
Cock the heat, and aim it at these wack rappers
...force their defeat then chain em to these backpackers
...I'm Mr Strickland, you're a bad slacker
If you're a villain, I'm Batman in my vast cavern
...Imma spit til I can't
I just hope my family and friends understand
This the plan
Climb the scientific tree of knowledge, pick a branch
Or you'll miss your chance
...my music leaves you in a sensor trance
Compare you to me, would be like B-boyin' to Riverdance
Get your man
Who are the best five rappers of all time?
Think about it
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, I'm Bobby
Because I spit hot fire
What's it like? What? Life
It's sucks if you just chase bucks and chuck dice for brittle stuff
Sickle tucked, and it'll cut, and riddle guts
Indo in dutch, 2 puffs and pass it, if you lit it up
Yea we smokin'
Why the fuck you think we still here
My whole crew is real weird
A bold new peer tier
Here, here, a spliff for Mister X
...i've kicked it with the best, and slept while missiles hit the deck
They never gave an inch of respect
So i took it and was housed where the signal was kept
And still I caught you lookin'
Gross overtly, still nerdy within
I'll pick my teeth with a dirty syringe
Then kick my flow superbly
...who want it
Fuck a round, you diss, i'm giving you two hundred
Up and down, really bizarre
These silly apes let them churches tell em who their enemies are
While we wonder how
...People get blowed off my second hand
A master in the dojo, the very type to check your stance
Brand the logo. Now the people call me 4 Side
On the beat i'm spittin cheat codes just for more lives
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