Reflections

The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it

At 12 I experiment with sentences

containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode

cooking up pots of gold, the impossible

I would care about my plant, lock down my pad

with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance

I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique

came from the heart, my other style was more dark

Some books was lost, techniques were picked up

by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike

Never heard on the mic, only if I felt

you deserved the light and GZA told them

I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean

through the weak promotion and I did but it caused

tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague

I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword

The first time was sweet, RZA said, “Give them more”

Wisdom poured in the class by myself

So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test

So I would just beat on my desk

A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour

Now he doesn’t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse

Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi

[Chief Kamachi]

Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape

Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break

Messiah’s word will reach a monumental state

Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate

His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate

In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper’s superhero cape

Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy

‘Microphone Fiend’ didn’t know the **** had me

And every talent show I wanted it next

Back in Philly the top group was 100X

I said I’d invent, study and want to perplex

Me and Priest violate classic, what’s coming next?

We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks

Wise ancient mystery crooks