stream of consciousness

super lyrical, rhymes resurrect like a miracle, atypical styles wreck these mics, decks and stereos, i bury those fad rappers, blow spots like chemicals with thoughts-that so caustic it's raw undigestible, untenable mc's lay claim to rap fame and rap fortune but ought to be dropped from the game, we cavort with these flipflopping niggas too often, hiphop needs a pill popped to have an abortion, come off it, i caution no more trigger soft'ning, just gun fingers lofted at gold digger flossing, they're false as a prophet and all sugar frosted, but one to the head make it red so they forfeit, resorted to tossin mc's in rage, your hype man's the type, man, should leave the stage, or just feed the caged, beast i keep away, til unleashed the day i got need to play, with words, with guns, with knives, with minds, with rhymes returned to great rap's divine, we shine like the suns of no man's design, the curse of mad verses bleed em bad versus, street universes 'cross sands of time, i'm searching for rap styles-as mad as mine, don't it irk you, hurt you, my terror alert blew, the roof off those cats-caught aloof in rap's curfew, mad props to the first few guards who gave birth to, the first of an art that's as hard as old turf feuds, rockin the earth like armageddon couldn't end it, hiphop will reign forever where the champions will defend it...

[think 50 cent - "guns come out" instrumental]