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Soul brother's on this scene now...gon' really do a COOL one for ya. 

Siah: 
Archery through parched lips I aim rhymes that maim mimes 
The verbal darts I rip (rip) your heart skips (skip) a beat  grip your seat 
And you can dip your feet in the clear blue  here to 
Defrost your rear view  if you're lost then I can steer you 
To where I travel  it's always upon the gravel 
Cause slaves walk the paved and everybody got a gavel 
I could rouse a rabble, but never dabble in that babblin sport 
Form a flock, I bring the fodder for your thought 
And in the meelee I stay (cool) like icicle licks 
The baby Pele here to hit you with them tricycle kicks 
Rhymes are tight like vice grips with mic tools, the fools manifest 
Jewels to get you high like swimmin in the cesspool 
And when you starve I carve a rhyme like a pumpkin 
And in the caverns of my soul I go spelunkin 
So now you're sunk in the flow, it's mad pure and 
MCs who lack the knack are even samplin my urine 
Rhymes who eminate from this Yeminite lights 
Like a torch I disseminated thoughts in flights 
To ignite the four corners of the Earth plus the last world birth 
From the sand, now my turf need the astro, I 
(leave no footprints in the sands of time 
so these wack MCs can't follow me) 

Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road 
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit 
I explain shit, all you need to pay's attention 
Four dimensional, I call it verbal intervention 
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road 
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit 
Po ED explain shit, all you need to pay's attention 
Four dimensional, he call it verbal intervention 

Yeshua: 
Keep close, look to peep the roads took since tracks are not left evident 
To prevent duplicate footprints 
Sprints on the main speed remain lame, spannin only A to B 
For me, A to T's the way to be, oh M 
Before, then, and after reckon they come to second 
Be very fast to analyze lines divised 
By the rhyme crafter, I have to, define my kicks 
While kids be wack, ridin piggyback droppin lint 
In hip hop I'm, wishing kids drop bombs, jewels 
And next shit, they best shit cool and only a batch do 
So I can pick it up and throw it right back at you 
Rhymes hash through, catch too to, match you 
View who invite bliss, despite kids 
Who force me to write this, sum it up like this 
Buffoons, are hot air balloons, find themselves with wealth 
Consumin plumes on the moon, spewin lagoons 
Now blooms, assumin, cats, on a tune in 
Gladly catch due and sadly that' rulin 
Hip hop as I know it, it stops with the PoED 
Not only plant seeds but take time when I grow it 
So in, the feast the need for weed whackin seems rappers 
Come a dime a dozen, empty minded, they find it's easy 
Sayin nothin when they shit drop, the remedy we be 
Formin only original lyrics and shit bit 
Hip Hop 
(You know I leave no footprints on the sands of time 
So these wack MCs can't follow me) 

Siah: 
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road 
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit 
We Be explain shit, formulatin a solution 
Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution 
Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road 
Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit 
To be free, explain shit, formulatin a solution 
Four dimensional, we call it verbal resolution

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