Ill with vocals.

Ill with the vocals, chill with kids wishing a soulful,
formatted dope raps, me I am all that, dressed in all black,
some need to fall back and do not stress the facts,
That I am holding down the underground, lyrics,
without gimmicks, the slick raps for you,
so grab your brew, gather up your crew,
hear, what I send through the wire, for a higher cause,
I work boss, hotter than chilly sauce,
pause rhythms, and begin with fly sentences,

Focus like a lens, doper slang, do not hang,
on every word I say, You might light herbs,
I do not play hate, I am on time without delay,
I spray like graffiti, from sub urban to the city,
got it on lock, the block knows my name,
aim for more fame, play the competition like a ball game,
no matter the weather, it is fat, I drop this for props,
use to rock Perry Ellis sweaters.

Where I am at.

Rap fast and slow, wrath blast and make dough,
where you be at? I make moves and fed up with drug plots,
massive murder rates, thieves and rapists,
kids scheme, teaming up, beaming and dreaming,
fiend for cream, the dollar slang, the street scholar,
with plans, holler for an anti blam, blam jam,
my hood is grimy, sudden deaths, cats take breath,

People die, slugs fly, young minds wasted,
green bags are rolled, actual facts,
coming at you, I bet you had to sweat to get where you be at,
why getting wet up, if can see through the set up,
some jokers are fake, we make and for god's sake,
for props and to rock the hot spots, I am focused,
like a lotus above the waters, my sound can not be,
unnoticed, the underground rapper, not a gun clapper,
what I got on my heart, is preserving the hip hop culture,
art of rapping just nod, I got the smarts to drop knowledge,
from the start, word to God, you heard the audio visual version,
I rap for props,

Centre the mental.

I am a goon creeping under the full moon,
soon I find a tune to kick my slick raps,
sharp like a harpoon, spark the mic from mid night,
till noon, harsh like the third world,
smart creative original lyrics,
the slick convo no gimmicks,
thick vocals entire for ladies desire,
for my brothers I kick this with wisdom,
knowledge for the temple to uplift them,
centre the mental, lord,
I flex my next text the best way, soulful above the norm.

The position I am in you wishing,
catching tans while I am fishing,
intense with sentences no limits,
the gent not bent these days,
forget he says she says,
Check what I display, the visual,
I do not play hate, the ritual of bragging,
and boasting from coast to coast,
the host with most hype texts.

I love hip hop music.

I think it is great to be a hip hop fan. I am not from New York that is why I am not familiar with all the New York slang. I think what makes the hip hop culture great is that the streets are involved. Hip hop music's main purpose was to keep the kids off the streets. In the early stage of the hip hop culture it was achieved by the oldschool rappers.

Nowadays the streets are involved with rap music. The main figures in the hip hop culture are the street smart rap artists. I think that is okay too, because this is a great opportunity for the street kids to make it big in the rap game. I think it is all right to kick knowledge on the microphone. It is also all right to represent the streets through the raps. I think the most famous rappers like Pac, Biggie, Nas and Jay-Z are street wise rap artists. They influenced the young generation of rappers in a great manner. They were the ones who brought the streets back. In the mid eighties rappers like Rakim and Kool G. Rap were the early adopters of the street smart raps. They originated gangsta rap. Soon the west coast rappers took over and dominated the charts with gangsta rap. It is great that hip hop music became main stream in USA, because it is a great way for rappers to eat. I think even the underground rappers can shine if they stay true to the style they master.

I love hip hop music. It made me a rich soul. I hope hip hop music can survive the time, which is still to come. I hope there will be new generation of rappers who is willing to come with their own styles and keep rap music a diverse music genre.

The one man alliance.

I will rhyme; fine lines combine with beats,
ear to the streets, I pack no heat,
stack more lyrics; bust this for my peeps in Jeeps,
freestyle fanatic, who at this? It will be me,
free your minds; it is all science, the one man,
alliance, show you peace signs, crazy not me,
lazy hardly, God is within me,
the art is part of the black kid,
hopping out of the whips, mind on chips.

I got love for my fam, the grams I do not cook,
Holy scrolls keep me from falling into the eternal fire,
slowly smoke my cigarettes, assassins for hire, getting drunk with vets,
on the set not dreaming about drops and yachts, forget bets,
props my main issue, it is thin air like brain tissue,
disappear, me do not care, but beware approaching me,
fly like Fin air, the Asiatic bro be.

Seek knowledge and wisdom.

Seek knowledge and wisdom, speak science,
to uplift, want to be rich like the bank,
of the Nile, God's people exist in the,
Garden of Eden, destroy triple six,
the descent of the Asiatic black man,
still smoking the microphone, blaze
in a hyper tone, amaze faces,
with the ingredients and the flavours,
for my peeps to get the papers,

The style profound, deep like the ocean,
flow with techniques, I bet vets,
get with this, stacks of math,
digital black book, the villain,
dropping without hooks, not stopping,
just listen, the Moet flow, in a position,
you are wishing, not just dissing,
accomplish the mission, the combat
in the concrete jungle, the calm kid,
playing humble, rapid rap fluid,
You know it and knew it, the true hits.

The hype kid.

From back to the front, I move the crowd,
no doubt, the hype kid that rips shows,
the flow stay tight, the soul is bright,
the goal is to fight, the power,
I eat great, work hard do not get played,
out for the cake, I wake the heads,
make through my talents, forget about being,
a felon, the melons are swollen, soldiers
are fallen, I am balling, you claim,
with the styles you have been stolen,

The golden shine when I drop my raps,
upon the crowd, enlighten with a dope aim,
mics getting ripped, no ice, more rice,
from a dice game, the precise tactics,
accurate I strike the fake with the wrath,
my path is laid to get bread, Ebonics,
super sonic, the calm kid is to drop,
bomb spit, from Iraq to Kuwait,
I was getting my weight up,
from selling weight, do not hesitate.