In order to bring you this recording
How was we throwing you back into the middle
The real riddle of the rhyme
Was never ever solved
I revolve around a brown new sun
When its brown you'll understand
That why we going super
Nova
Over to the old ways
Keeping them cold
You see the cold style cause
You never know the
Reality of the poetry
That i'm kicking
When it seems
You carry
Treams within the style
That i position myself right
Beside em
You understand
I could divide you into 8th
Crepes super saucy
And also chocolate divinity
If you want it you can get into me
The trinity wall of it is just me and myself
And i tell you to blink
But on the shelf n***a
Check out the crates
That are full of all waxes
Vinyl axis
Santanas or braxtons
I made it
Prvvv* divided
I played it
Slaved with these people
And you didn't want to play this
But i made this
And i know that i created
These things
Nobody will ever be debated
When i'm all over the drums
The way i played it
Slayed it
How many times can i say played it ?
Played it, that's one more time
Like i'm plato
I say those things
But nobody knows i'm zano
Even though i state it
Every chance i get a opportunity
I drop it in front of a copper
Unity will never achieved
Between me and them because
They is slim slip away
In my view which is narrow
I'm merely a pharaoh i came back
With the style with the sparrow
And also the same raps
Insane
With a handful of thrame*
I'm the man i'm the stand
With the man
I'm the lion
You the lamb
Also in the Serengeti
When its scary
I get a brand new part of anybody
Part of the Jedi
Rolling with the Millennium Falcon
On the album
When i got down
Nobody got a magnum
And shot me with it
Because i'm also obviously
The best part of brain psychology
Biology by all the g's that know
The Z to the A to the N to the
Oops
You should know the loops
Is coming back in groups
Nobody told the troops
How the get their chops
These are the shoes
That never was chopped
Don't step on the blue suede's
Louis made these
If i put them on my feet
At any given second
You can put them on the beat
With any given weapon
I will offer a retreat
And change in the hard part
Of the fourth ward
And then boulevard
How was we throwing you back into the middle
The real riddle of the rhyme
Was never ever solved