Revelations

My flow is vivid
I give it two-hundred percent
That's a hundred for me
And a hundred for the rent
I know whatcha meant, joe, i gotta flow too
Cause they wack every show i go to
I be leavin'
I don't be beleavin' they be even
Beleave in they own shit
Actin' like they owwwn, shit
Butcha never will
So you better chill
Or getcha grill, peice, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in a rap like a def game
A left came, then a right, then a fight came,
Then a light came, then an eternal night came
Now your in it, in less than a minute
Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it
You better know your limit boy
You better know your limit.
(chourous: (jeru the damaja) got a, freaky, freaky
Freaky freaky flow. (brother j.) it's freaky deaky
It's freaky deaky. 2x

Verse 2:

I'm here
Not fronichole, but lyrically present
I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh
I got that special ed shit
Slap that dead shit
Now play dis
Now say dis (your the greatist)
I got enough to stuff into the ladies
I rub her with a rubber
But i'm lyrically raw
Protect your neck and double check your jaw
Cause i'm gettin' bummy
A'yo i'm still gettin' money
Yo, ain't it funny
How you can't take the ghetto out the ed-o
Maybe i'm just crazy

Why i think, i wanna kill my shrink
I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers,
And red blood all over, a dead leprechan
With a time bomb tied to it's arm
In saigon somewhere on a farm
I gotta calm, down
And hit the wright wire
Or fight fire
Maybe it's a premenission, or intuition
Or some kind of vision
But either way, i'm on a lyrical mission.

Chorus 2x

Verse 3:

I think it's because i break the laws of language
Like a sandwich
I eat the whole beat
On whole wheat
Cause it's good for your teeth
Imagine a vaginal nigga like you on the street
Back on the concrete
Feet up
Gettin' beat up
So when we meet up, give your seat up
And rise
The honorable ed is presiding
Stop biting, stop writing, stop hidin
I hate fish motherfuckers, but i like writting
And snappa, blue fish
I go to one fish two fish
Or some lobster
No i'm not a mobster, but medoddion
If i was white i might say: party on, dude
But i'm the original rude
With the new york talk
So just peep, because the skills go deep
So look, and think about it, before you leap.

Chorus 2x

(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the...
(shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> method man

I break pens, make ends
Fake friends smile up
While i rip a style up
But i know the real ones
Who steal guns
And jooks to crooks, c-k-l-y-n
See, they be dyin
Daily, rarely do they make it to the news
New suit, no shoes, no clues
I mind my business, you better mind yours
I'm steppin to jaws
So get the gores for the cause
Laws ain't made for a nigga, pid tax-free
So they wanna find out where the cracks be
So they run up, gun up, wanna touch us
They must be lookin for the rukus

(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the...)
(shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> method man

[ verse 2 ]
Now i'm back on the block stuck
Shit outta luck
I need some dead men, they keep me alive in '95
Gotta eat, got a street, let's pump it
Blow that shit up like a trumpet
No doubt, baby, maybe when they be thinkin
Shit is dead, we split his head, hit his crib
Yo, fuck that, my nigga big i just did his bid
We need a steady flow, ready-go, get the ifth
Let me hit the spliff, let's do this
Yo, tell em who dis, the rudest
Like a nudist i got no shame
I put the flame to your perimeter claim
Fuck po-po, i smoke em like cocoa
In fronto pronto
As i go on to
The next order of business
I'm sellin crisness over bridges
National, unrational, yet everything works out
Every hour on the hour, another bag of flour
I got the kryptonite that'll take away your power

(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the...)
(shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> method man

[ verse 3 ]
They wanna put me in a institution
For distribution, solution
Prostitution - trick
D's wanna seize ki's, ease off the brick
My brother caught a body, but the rap won't stick
They want names, people play games like poker
I got the joker and the ace, the smoker in the waist
Under fire cook the cocoa to the base
Easy money, bee's honey, sweet, brick city street
Cold flip with the whole strip, deep
Gettin z's yet i never sleep
I be up, i re-up, and then i transact
My man's packed, i do too
So if they don't shoot you, then i will
So you die still
Either way i take your breather away
So i guess you better leave away
This ??? or get the clapper
I know how to make muthafuckas scatter

(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the rukus, the muthafuckin rukus)
(here come the...)
(shotgun, slammin in your chest piece - plow!) --> method man

Chorus 2x: "lyrics somebody want lyrics (yea yea)
Somebody want lyrics" -- krs-one

Verse one:

Here i go the lyrical specialist with the perscription
I give you the leagal drug addiction, nonfiction
I got the shank, to your memory bank
How sharp, don't be affraid of the dark
Come in to the light, you still can't see
It can't be, the historical, metaphorical, lyrical
Yes the s, you know the rest, fuck the spellin'
I'm tired of tellin' y'all who rule, cause you don't listen, fool
Your dealin' with a nigga feelin' fury
Surely, i purley destroy any toy with any game
That's why i never lose, i never play, i savaday style while i maintain mine
Same time yet, differ-rent, mag-nificent
No quest unless it's the tribe
So check that vibe twice
Cause i'm nice
Whoever got beef
Tell me the price
And i'll raise you a mill, days to a kill, some praise to a bill
Never, yea i'm as lyrical as ever

Chorus

Verse two:

You wanna start about, have you thought about
Consequences, sentences, come to your sences, on the fences
Cause i'm strictly throwin' hits
Knowin' it's, unfair
Gun here, throw in a extra clip
Cause i'm next to flip
Next time, bring in a next rhyme, cause i
Float like dead body, sting like a tazer
Sharper than a ... lazer
Open heart ... major
Surgery transplant cause you have none
Theres one, shoot a fair one, that's a real one
Grannit, with a enough heart to start
But can you manage when i brandige your bandage
And your stitch is open
And your bitch is open
Is she, somethins' fishy
I don't like dis
When i'm like dis they try to ammulate my likeness
Clones
Microphones break from my intake
For phatter, mass matter, glass shatter
Becareful, i got a airfole
Listen, i got them lyrics that your missin'

Chorus 3x

Verse three:

You're commin' with your new sound
You never threw dowm
Why try, try my tie and hang em' high, in the closet
Cause it, wasn't, i good idiea
Who should i fear
No one, the son of jah
Gimmie some la, and i get mystic
Lyricdistic
But wait, your not great, your not good
I shot wood, put you out your misery history in the makin'
Fuckin' with a crazy jamacian
See, they vanish when i brandish the hair trigga
Yea nigga
I'm goin hay wire
Might fire
Might not
But it's white hot
And with the right flow, the shit might blow
So i detonate, then evacuate, leavin' ash, don't even ask
Feel the blast, fast, i know you won't last
But you can still try
Somebody want lyrics
Then come see the eye

Chorus 3x

Straight up
You'll get ate up
Wait up
Hold up

(here i go)
(here i go)
(here i go again) --> lords of the underground

[ verse 1 ]
Greetings, welcome to the proceedings
You won't be needing your seating
For this lyrical meeting, there's no eating
And no biting, fighting is in the lobby
I didn't know that so much dough was in a hobby
My last rhyme was a pasttime, yet at present
I present the scent - smell
The funk from below hell
>from where i fell
But i still got my soul
So i'm never gonna sell
I'd rather tell it just like it is
Plus it's my mic, so act like it is
You can ask giz, you can ask anybody
I rock any party, word to miz
(it ain't he biz) so what it is?
Straight up, you'll get ate up just like breakfast
If it's a bunch, then that's lunch, and in the next is
Dinner, now who's the lucky winner for the evening?
Flex and you won't be leaving, or even breathing
I had to come back, so there ain't no misbelieving

(here i go)
(here i go)
(here i go again)

[ verse 2 ]
You thought i was gone, but my word is bond
I was in the deadzone, with the headphones on
Just meditating, then i be waiting for a
Light snorer, then it's off to bora-bora
Beyond the dawn, past the corn and wheat fields
The street feels great, how the beat feels?
Get the reels and the deals is done
I be back, hon, i gotta drop it on the one
So give me my hat and my gun, i gotta run
I got a ton of styles, but you can't get none
I wipe you out like a disc, tisk-tisk
Tough stains need whisk', but i can't take the risk
I gotta take em out myself to make sure
I break them legs like eggs when they raw
Billy mcghee mcghaw, they all cried
They all died, they all tried
But they got cut like king tut, then wrapped
>from a dummy to a mummy, let's see how you adapt
I cut the crap, and act like you know then
Here we go then, i'm explodin

(here i go)
(here i go)
(here i go again)

[ verse 3 ]
It's about time to drop the rhyme
And take cover, shelter, atomic melter
Shutdown, what now, i got nut now
Two nine-fitties just like titties
Rockin the sound i break down in the cracks on the trackboard
Like shaq on a backboard
I shatter musical matter
And make it even fatter than it was
Word up, cuz, i got a buzz
That is what the ism does
So i'm in a trance, i need a chance to escape
They said i'd be alright if i just made another tape
But i don't think it's gonnda do it
I been through it
I get a shock everytime i rock
I'm unstable, and unable to relax
I hear tracks and relapse
Perhaps i got the raps, quick
I'm bout to have another fit...

(here i go)
(here i go)
(here i go again)