Battle #16 (What You Call That)

(0:23) looks who's back with the rap that's chosen

schoolin the class with the class i'm hosting

your droolin while i'm composing, the most open

minded rap unloaded

glue the truth through, sincere leaps

you can groove into, #two fused theories

cause i got the #furry, that solutes to, an #up#mood; clearly

you comprehend, the jot and pen, when i lock it in, my flow is hot, and then

freezes, when my breathe releases,

future scripted flows, from super frigid oxygen

if you ain't positive, put a sock in it, i'll trot through lost common sense

and squash, plus demolish your logic, in my moccasins

to have a knowledge lift

equal to my projection, it's sad you people, find chicks and get rejected

i find a bad bitch, and like needles, give her injections

but song hits, will bust like a tyson liver hit, leave you breathless

songs that belong, really to the horizon

you write lines, that a merely sketches

pictures i deliver, colorful rivers, with rigorous stretches

a structural message, triggers, inward, a vigorous restless

attitude to add to the mood, shake booties like African baboons

nothing can truly control you, they won't put that on the news

mind power, increase it outward, you're blessed with endless dreaming hours

they won't listen, pay attention, then i'll scream it louder!!

complete the concrete data via theta waves, embrace higher places wake

your mind, try ta, stay awake, mediate to raise your state

 

i've been sitting on the horizon

lookin at the edge of the earth

breathing into the islands

sands of time, from the land to the mind

i've been sitting on the horizon

lookin at the way that it curves

into the meaning that i'm writing

then i glance then write, about my lives worth (2x)