Mr. Gene Poole
Lovin this sound comin out to yo system
I spark to get yall off to a good start. Show me some heart, walk through my hood after dark, dodgin poison darts catch one in the left lung I hope that ? ? ? by itself tracksmart. Act like a part of this youll find yourself a victim of the rhyme bombardement weak shit I have the tolerance. I write the best rhymes in my sleep. Dreamland beats and freelance techniques fckin up the sheets. Ink spots. Puss spot niggas tryin to stop this think not get big not..? and listen for your bank knock. We do a lot of this activity in my city, get a job in my world, join a futuristic commitee. Weak assistant of three had to be persistantly equal in order for it to work out in a balance which comes down to a question of natural talents. Cant keep those gifts isolated in tablets. Its not about rap ballads or who can flow the best, what kind of dressing you gonna have with your life salad? French…yes..thank you very much..On to the next
Slug
Yo you rappers eludin but thats nothin new. I still stick to my duty, to kick something true. Still if you wanna boo me we can do this in a circle of peers, tell your bitch to kick a beat so I can work you to tears. Ive made a full of strangers throw hands in the air. I know you sense danger I can see it in your stare. Dont provoke anger when the mics in my hand, cause if I get that spark im quick to rip apart your plans. Yo Ant, lets keep this one accesible. Take the fruits that wanna test these bros and make em vegetables just to let em know that the course tastes pure. Pissed off all the local rappers so its time to go on tour. Im sure, so I never break a sweat when a fate steps instead I break that snakes neck and take his breath. Half the time half of em dont catch the rhymes they need they friends with to show em how we wax behinds. Please fool, hella stupid im assumin probably couldnt even rock your own family reunion and im through with the politicket. Rhymesayers on a mission, watch the following thinkin, motherfcka
Mr. Gene Poole
Slug
Yo yo I quit frontin really really
I know wrong and right, wrote my songs, shed light to promote a longer life. When I reflect that night I seek light in the confusion, I stick to the music and skip the baggage of delusion. Managed to come through and im in the minimalism yo the damage is due its time to climb to catch a vision. Yo ive had it with you and the terms which I work cause it matta to you, the flights cursed, I might burst challengin who? Balance the mood, yo Stress lets gather the crew, commence to wreck shit then exit. Id rather that you, throw your hands in the air and if thats too demanding you can stand there and stare.