I felt yah bruh
you tossed vernacular
into spectacular
prisms of thought
rained on em
with knowledge
devoid of garbage
and that two-sides in greedy
had me contemplatin
original concepts
cuz one man speak it
another man eat it`
are they full yet?
I got lost in the whirlwind
of condemned hardcoreism
where her ass got fatter
Cyranolistic street jissum
a surrealistic baptism
was performed in the onset
of the prayer
that needed no snare
yo' brothers was there
less hardboiled pleas
from lyricist like me
who can delve into reality
and peak on peace
but the blood of your blood
and the flesh of your flesh
is what we seek to expunge
exchange pencils for guns
and light for lost ones
Since Tupac's death we been searchin
for a replacement of skill
artists find themselves hop-scotchin'
on their will and the dollar bill
but Lauryn found a way up the winding Hill
I knod my head to your cuts
complete with rhythmic beats that bounce
but if I hear you pronounce the
word nigga
one more count
some true poets is goin in
yo mouth!
nonetheless,
no stress
just another regress
and these are just a few of my thoughts
on the DM to the X