Never did I listen to the lies you speak
Had I did I never realized my peak
Never quit I hit the skies when I find my beat
As I rid the world of wackness
Watch me infiltrate your speech
Overrun your reign of words
and I'll enslave your nouns
Not a peep is what I heard
when I paraded through town
With your verbs tied and bound,
You'll be sentenced to write us black
till your pencils pledge allegiance
and forced to join in my legions
up to the highest of peaks
Now, I pull out what is needed
Create a mixture pleasing
Now I myself and in myself
Use a nickel plated nine at
But you gon' notice by the
And I did I never realize my peak
I hit the skies when I find my beat
As I rid the world of wackness
Never did I listen to the
And I did I never realized my peak
Never quit, I hit the skies
As I rid the world of wackness
I'm not controlled by what is sold,
but I am compelled to sell
Gotta hold on dreams of gold
and understand what that entails
But you will know true might control
The best test that I've found
is under stress, for real
And I've been blessed with the sound
that the rest of y 'all can feel
In your chest as the ground
God's will will be the truth that my skill
Keep that bass drum pounding
I'll reach directly through your
clock with that big hand.
throw it off track to never find its beat.
When you hear my army marching
Have that left right meaning
that your neck's to burn.
So you best to learn quick
or this punishment's firm.
You'll be shackled to my feet
until my time's complete.
Never quit I hit the skies
As I rid the world of practice
Never did I listen to the lies you speak.
Had I did, I never realized my peak.
Never quit, I hit the skies
As I rid the world of practice
I thought I told you not to trip
on this Los Angeles crew.
We lost count of all the part -time rhymers
I'm saying, how you gon' relate
to the things that we do?
Pump up the volume in your stereo
is the God -fearin' respect for the art
And what you feelin' is the healin'
when you speak from the heart
And what you see is the endurance
that you need from the start
Till you cross the finish line
and finally reach your peak
Till I'm through or till they say,
Tunnel Rats reign supreme,
Had them other crews stumblin',
Since them Greenleaf Street days,
Scribblin' on a white sheet
is how my bed's been made
so that foundation is laid
Never quit that tryna hit your
listen to the lies you speak
Never quit, I hit the skies
As I rid the world of whiteness
listen to the lies you speak
Had I did I, never realized my peak
Never quit, I hit the skies
As I rid the world of whiteness
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