I've been rearranging letters for recreation and recompense since I was 10. there hasn't been any money yet, but I'm keeping the faith.

Thursday, July 22

Livin' For Hip Hop

I methodically mutilate a rhythm
slice it like a beni hana chef with precision
carvin'initials aginst the boom bap serve 16's
for those thats starving my raps catch tracks pristine
imacculate reception my flows is clean quite fetching
despite lettin so much go unrecorded im guessin
nothing defines me no title can fit
i'm an artist in love with music whether its beats or spits
whether its heat or shit i never quit personal quest
unsatiisfied untill its matchin the pulse in my chest
pumonary pounding like 808's in a trunk
raised on stevie wonder rakim and 70's funk
innercity bred im vicuos like darrel dawkins dunks
a bigger nigga in every way than most of these runts
rarely drunk my personal poison smells like skunk
crystalized sticky packed in little green lumps
power for pens powerful muse to get me in
the mood to spin my words into a caffinated blend
dont sleep im third rail hot electrifryin ya spot
exemplifying how to live for hiphop....