Kenny Diaz - Lyrics lyrics

[Intro: A.L.] Yo... Microphone yo... corazon yo... No doubt, lyrics, yo A.L., check it What you say son? [Verse 1: A.L.] Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals Hannibal canibals lurkin in streets which are flammable A rastless, hustler's aimin, for the intangible meat I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died Nuttin's correct to life it's lopside, and co*keyed I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my Glock hot Thoughts react to the impossible, k** the probable Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical To know it to show it the poet'll grab the Moet I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you With spirits of lyrics, cause I need you, I need you No doubt son [Hook: A.L.] Lyrics I need you, I breath you, I need you Lyrics... I need you, I breath you Lyrics... I need you... I breath you Lyrics... I need you, I breath you [Verse 2: A.L.] Check it I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental Kickin sh** like orientals far from gentle I'm essential When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you To head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you And I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the Titanic I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it A genuflection goes out, to those in correction For recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection So use protection when you step in my direction Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section There's no reflection, in this professional selection Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son [Hook] [Outro: A.L.] House of Reps, KD, what? Yeah, you know the deal son, keep it real son You know the deal son, keep it real son With lyrics