Rare Breed

Lyrics

[Phillie] Yeah, let's get real acquainted, flows hard as the pavement Far as basic, my aim in the game's, through complication Food for thought tast it, ain't it amazing? God MC, whose hard as me, rumble real looks, in the mob like me Get stuck by Timb boots, on the robbing spree Keep thinking ya'll me, tough as teflon I won't bleed, squeeze til I'm empty My enemies resent me, since peep it A player's potential, playing my pussy while they sleeping Prepare for the worse, or a hearse, do it or cremate it However you gon' take it, stand a chance of leaving here naked Where I was raised in, new killers who made the sacrifice Died trying, to show a nigga, how to cherish life Walk around at night, packing a pistol Cuz niggas get got for doing this shit I'm into I got rap skills, I'm spitting what I've been through Clear as crystal, in Detroit, we get physical One dimensional, gully, gutter or gangsta On every block, some spots, somebody selling weed or rocks Caught on the wrong side, weave them shots Cuz they coming from all directions, breathe & stop Tuck and roll, turn around, bust ya chrome And that's on the walk home, in my city, fo' sho Learned how to shoot, at a early age, be a drug dealer Make skrilla, cuz time's real, relate to some niggas [Bronze Nazareth] I remember gear for days, shift with them grimey ways Bullets thru the pope's robe, if I ain't ate that day Became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation No hesitation, when the crowd of locust pellets came in I walk with Abraham, through the ghettos and slums My mentals is numb, my pencils help thaw the glaciers The way words work and circle through ya third eye My rhymes bird eye, could see the snakes in the turf line I search burnt minds, with walking through desert Isles Only to find the streets run as long as the Nile Be stronger, how? We can never move all this concrete Til blond streets, lead us to God's bronze feet We'll be tusslin' on corners, musclin' owners Cussin' out foreigners, mourners cry, watching funeral workers Word to Thelma from Good Times My mind's a rhyme library the size of a high rise [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, I'm a rare breed, you won't dare scheme I blow a hole through ya speakers, and watch ya snares bleed I spot and stare at fiends til they capillaries clean Rhyme on the top of ferris wheels, until the beams lean I settle street dreams, show you their nightmares Peddle ice stares, so jagged that they dice pairs Where angus beef lands after hands are slaughtered Ward street marauders, sailing hardships thru life's harbors Through hell or high water, low tide or heaven's gates Escape like seven freight trains, holding onto weight Like anaconda snake, a man who tarnish saints Certainly fakes, get stomped into surgery dates The Ghetto's my toothpick, I spit candid hell scenes My thought for food stay warm like handheld machines With simple precision, I paint stills of the living Build with the villains, dope fiends, and the victims