This is smooth, nice and easy, Shakeet on the beat Flowin like the Zambezi , rap beefy believe me Iím greedy for seeking meaning and speaking freely Cuz the scene be deceiving seedlings for sheezy my neezy Oops...thatís clichť, but just let the beat play As I di-splay lyrical prowess, yall just urinal scholars Wastin yall thoughts, chasin what's never caught While my spiritual power has me fearin the hour of God Phylicia Rashad classy, verbal intellect past deep My bars feel each other, wordplay is nasty Malcolm X rated, acrobat with the pages Phonetic offspring, the alphabet's favorite son Shakeet, Sebastian Bach with his speech I rock for the street, and drop heat with classical hot sheet music A psyche student, how he do it The kid showin and provin until your ears bleed fluid
Massage your ears with melodious funk and copious touch, cool like Thelonious Monk I hone art, like Mozart, the night is so dark For good music, so I light it up when the flow spark It's no heart, when yall fakes lips spill But I'm Isaac's black son, Shakeet Is/Reeeeal Pumpin like that cardio tool Son I'm classic with the writtens and the audio too Aiiyo Sha is chillin, cold rhyme villian, What more can I saaay, Iím top billin I do it for the people, I'm from the hooood It's Baltimore! Understood? Yes! I'm blessed with the stress to carry the crest To parry the jest of less than fresh rappers at best They actin a mess, heroically I'm dressin my text Super lyrical with the "S" on my chest...
"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought