I go to many to name but one i can think of is Black Thought Proceed BeatMinerz Remix- Yo, I never sweat it, it’s all copacetic
In this lyrical profession rappers I discredit
It’s fact that a fraction of the rap population
is pathetic not thorough
Here come the kid that’s got it like Al Jarreau
I restin in the wild burough where it’s
all realism never fiction
And ghettoes is forever friction
Clash for cash gettin status and crabs is froze
caught up in the mixing
The mic’s my only apparatus
And with it I got rappers paranoid
Lyrical freakazoid, leapin out the terror void
Guard your era it’s the Black Thought ain’t nothing lesser
than the MC oppressor, poetry professor
I pound this MC on my dresser got my mind on trauma
So my persona’s marijuana most melodic with the melodrama
The Ben Frank folder, the mic holder
Command it with a planet on my shoulder till the sound’s over
Keep it underground my style subterranean
Ill Philadelph Pennsylvanian
Back on the tour to entertrain again, whoops
I meant to say to entertain I’m in a planetary mode
Watch as I explode through your area code with dialect
Y’all niggaz know the time when the Thought catch wreck
Y’all niggaz know the science on the Dice Raw and Malik B
Kid I’m nice y’all searchin for a beat
It’s the master of literature that’s pure
you’re checkin for
Coming down I keep it real and hardcore
y’all know the score
Four four that’s the major, Black Thought I got
the flavor you need
And I shall proceed
Mine gotta be B.I.G “It was all a dream….”
Osiris Jenkins da Juice man’s XXL freestyle
I go to many to name but one i can think of is Black Thought Proceed BeatMinerz Remix- Yo, I never sweat it, it’s all copacetic
In this lyrical profession rappers I discredit
It’s fact that a fraction of the rap population
is pathetic not thorough
Here come the kid that’s got it like Al Jarreau
I restin in the wild burough where it’s
all realism never fiction
And ghettoes is forever friction
Clash for cash gettin status and crabs is froze
caught up in the mixing
The mic’s my only apparatus
And with it I got rappers paranoid
Lyrical freakazoid, leapin out the terror void
Guard your era it’s the Black Thought ain’t nothing lesser
than the MC oppressor, poetry professor
I pound this MC on my dresser got my mind on trauma
So my persona’s marijuana most melodic with the melodrama
The Ben Frank folder, the mic holder
Command it with a planet on my shoulder till the sound’s over
Keep it underground my style subterranean
Ill Philadelph Pennsylvanian
Back on the tour to entertrain again, whoops
I meant to say to entertain I’m in a planetary mode
Watch as I explode through your area code with dialect
Y’all niggaz know the time when the Thought catch wreck
Y’all niggaz know the science on the Dice Raw and Malik B
Kid I’m nice y’all searchin for a beat
It’s the master of literature that’s pure
you’re checkin for
Coming down I keep it real and hardcore
y’all know the score
Four four that’s the major, Black Thought I got
the flavor you need
And I shall proceed
Dude sounded like Pac, that was ILL!