To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize
With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine
I design like a composer
Blow you like a soldier
Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure
Grab a mic n` set it like I`m wettin` su`n` with my heater
MC`s get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
Crimes I design remove stress
Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep
My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If I die, live niggaz gunshots`ll honor me
Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies
Criminology, it`s just a ghetto nigga prophecy
I got to be laid back, empower property
Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
Quite possibly I might even chop a ki
`Cuz even when I chill the D`s are still clockin` me
Rookies on their fours havin` wet dreams of knockin` me
See me jumpin` out the mean Lex, a street odyssey
So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines
sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines
There ain`t a mother fucka stoppin` me
Rhymes like these, leave ya` mind at ease
(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic
I`m sagittarius, the archer, live breed,
Dimes leave keys to they apartment
I snipe mc`s like a marksman
Heat of a arson
And I`ll freeze ya` mind like a breeze from the Arctic
Seize like the narcsters
When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya` nostrils
You seek enlightment you can be my disciple
Son I don`t wanna be in Queens house with my boo
Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
I do what I got to do survive I`ve slung jums n` bottles
Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
Write quite elustrious n` live like a pharaoh
My destiny`s to spread my wings like a sparrow
My pen`s addicted to men who`ve been convicted
Every housin` projects I`ve repped the realness
Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit` killers, chill wit` dealers
I ain`t really feelin` niggaz rhymes these days
I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line`s engraved
Like a gemstar inside a plate
I`m tryin to live cuz I`mma die one day
If Crime don`t pay
My currency`s defined off the rhymes I say
I`mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs` assassination
I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason
`Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze
Rhymes like these, leave ya` mind at ease
(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just
Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)
