SupraliminaL - Art of Rhyme lyrics

[Verse 1: Supraliminal] They can teach you how to dougie, I'm a teach ya how to Doug E Fresh/ In back of high school beatboxin' for freestilly session/ sh** was illy kid, in Murdapan with Stat and CG spittin' written gems up in the Iliad/ I picked the ministry the ones who said it/ The metaphor over the simile, architecture and the aesthetics/ them poem metrics/ And to those who spread the lectures, come into the accepted or prep for an unpleasant exit/ I write to set the bar high, puffin' on buckacheen when I come through/ Write to inspire me, y'all can s** a (whoooo)/ But I know the ones that recognize, feel them lines/ Hit like a wrecking ball hear them virgins cryin'/ I'm a rap connoisseur you nothin' on me/ The young Warren Buffett mixed with the white Sean P/ White and black swan simultaneous, the bad up in your radius/ But feels so good like your uncle Nicky in the vein he hits/ I beat ‘em to submission have ‘em tappin' out/ Yo everybody got the god-given gift, everybody rappin' now/ What happened to the chosen few, the predators the throng touchers / Supreme editors, letters that's carefully constructed/ More of a standout spitter I don't belong by ya / Less of a rapper cat, more of a songwriter/ And as things have it, with hip hop so stigmatic/ I'm a break the habit and bring it back... [Hook: x2] To the art of rhyme, where we spit about the hardest of times/ The dopest nights and the words just fall in line/ Meaning is visual every syllable nothing wasted/ The ink that seep thru the pages, music for the ages [Verse 2: Dean Swift] The real gifted spitter in the world of scriptures/ Everything I touch glitters, King Midas to y'all n***as/ Alliances don't wither, The pressures the vice gripper/ Locking this sh** down, Ice cold no mild winters/ Now watch my mind splinter, Breaking away/ These dudes respect me cause I'm real and what I'm able to say/ f**er You not like us, perfected the art form/ Smooth as a new born you flinch and get moved on/ Straight up, I pop sh** toxic, off the top or subconscious/ You herbs don't want this, we some monsters/ Swinging out like Spartacus, Hip-hop I'm the heart of this/ Since I was spitting in the back of the bus like retarded kids/ And now I'm getting larger b**h thinking can you swallow this/ Or am I going to clog up your whole entire esophagus/ Either I'm sick and insane, or insane crazy/ But the rap game need help, it's screaming save me [Hook: x2] [Verse 3: Supraliminal] Since I tacked the Beastie Boys poster up/ I stood, studied, smartened, focused up, burned a bliz, toast a cup/ Was just a pup with this rap sh**, unestablished / When they had me on stage open for Kwe, made it magic/ ‘Cuz I brought it to ‘em raw, warmest regards, its SUP/ Influencing y'all make the dick hard/ Shout my believers and fans, that's what's goody/ Back since day 1 in shelltoes and gap hoodie, kept it real actually/ No crunk, was in punch drunk love with the notepad/ Back when shwag was just sum bunk a** buds/ f**'s the dilly now about to cause a terror, beautifully Vida Guerra/ With this treasure chest full of rhymes from the golden era/ Let me at ‘em first, how many times think I edit a verse/ You'll catch the persona up at the dress rehearsal/ Been stackin' the rep since ‘04/ New face? Nah just first cla** of that new school folklore… [Hook: x2]