Telepathy

(álbum: Angelz Wit Dirty Faces - 2000)

Angelz With Dirty Faces

I certainly had
Suckers in servitude
With sick sermons
I've been a serpent since I was a wee lad
My tongue was sharp
Ripping this shit from the start
A buff brain and a humongous heart
How can I make this world a better place?
With the words coming outta my face if it's some fake shit?
How can I reach my peeps if I'm rhyming over beats that's weak
And my songs ain't unique?
So from the beginning my instinct
Was to have a style that was distinct and in sync
To the beat of the brink of eruption
I think I think too much
So I water the page with ink
Incredible art form
Wrought from the part of my thoughts
That shake concepts and start storms
I graduated from broke four tracks and ear phones
With the short in the wire making these here songs
I swell 'em when I'm in my element
You better tell 'em
My flows sexy
Elegant, bringing the rebellion
Hip hop's the cure to the ailment
I've been waiting to unveil hits for our further development

And it don't quit. And it don't stop. Uh huh, yeah. And it don't quit
And it don't stop. Uh huh

Peep peep
In other countries
Hosting TV shows
Clear my toes
On sandy beaches making doe
Off of throwing
Our own shows worldwide
Show me the money
If you want a tour
I think back
Three or four years ago doing shows to pay the electricity bill
Still
Broke, living off a taco truck
My real
Folks was the people
That I starved with
Fuck the bullshit
I put a beadie butt in a bong if the weeds all gone
Making songs at the house if a beats on
While we smoking
Somebody starts freestyling
And grabs the broken
Microphone
Busting raps on the four track till the whole pack spit
Sometimes ending up with nine minute songs and shit
You know how it get, now you feeling it

I only write when the beats on
I guess it's wrong
I leave it to the track to dictate the song
Topic
View from the inner optic
Plug in the sockets to energize the loose leaf
Both sides of my sheet is never neat chief
Crossed out lines and rhymes I would never use
I'm a picky dude
Dues been paid since the last time Snoop had his fade
Tell promoters "It's A G Thang"
Like they don't know
We rip it everywhere that we go
Bitch please
You dealing with some underground O.G.s
Internal rippers
It's the microphone tripper