Distortion To Static

Yo, I'm every

MC, it's all in me

That's the way it is, when ya gotta be

Indeed as

I distort

I proceed,

I needGettin' hotter than sacks of boom, in my room at the

RamadaFour tanks in your memory banks to fill up

I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe

Most can play high post, but yo that don't mean shit

Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick

I flips, redder than pork, comin' to

New York to mix

With the snares and kicks to fix

Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy

Magically,

I appear, spark a

L and drink a beer

With air smooth, takin' niggaz loot with dice

Then shoot

The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic

Vagabond, versatile and various, plus rap styles

Of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind

So I'm fine and five foot seven, inches in height

My mission to strike mics and lighten your tights

Ridin' in, like lightning

Fluorescent, incandescent, evervescently

I represent, foreign objects and ill elements

Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter

That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around

Saturn like rings and brins swings when

I sings with bass

Then distort up in your face like mace

Bustin' your dreams,

I gasp with loaded magazines

I'm on the rap scene, recolor fellas like a vaccine

As I, rocks from under blunderin'

I'm not, lyrically

Ya getm, shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real

It's the illest out the

Phi, short for

Philadelphia fly

Money makin' move fakin'

I isn'tNiggaz can nah front,

I'm poetically exquisite

Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin' what is it

Dig it, yo my mellow um whattup for the night

Malik B, get on the mic, get on the mic

Like that y'all and yo

I'm flowin', my part of the song

It's goin', it's goin', it's gone

Now, go get your dictionary and your

Pictionary'

Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries

Words and hers like some cattle in the steeple

People, there's no equal, or no sequel

So policies of equalities, get abolished

Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin' polished

Urges of splurge and words will just be merged

Together, damn it's quite clever, however

You never, can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin' like

These, troops, who be's,

RootsInsult ya, mellow of culture, rhythmatic vulture

Approach ya, with

Magnetic shit that's

UltraI make

MC's dangle like a bangle

Strangle from every angle, my lingo jingles and it jangles

Under Kangols, nahh them niggaz don't want to tangle'

Cause Roots get loose, negroes get juiced like the mango

To be particular, extra curricular, for pleasure

Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure

Baby, you say you maybe, then come in to flex

Now, you wonder what's next