polyphony.

i wrote this to this beat.


ayo
i hold mics like my life depends
this is a means to an end keep my cypher tight with my friends
spends hours in the lab with a pen and apad
rewrite history and spit it rescripted this is the math
this how we do it
my life is on the line for this music
if the beat bump the vocals mos def will follow suit its
verse spittin non bullshittin' killin' writtens with the gift and livin like the next minute aint given
cuz if it aint promised
its worth livin for
stackin treasures thru these words so every day im givin more up in the booth
emitin truth thru paragraphs to epitaphs sideways in sanscrit dipped in dope i slam shit
cuz this was simply in the plans
twenty plus in the makin cascaded on the city and sht was mine for the takin
no time for move fakin fakin jax or fakin funk
i'm sicka niggas from the back postin up and tryna front like its sweet scented
leavin facades dented,
you bout to witness mic mastery without no fkin gimmicks
just pass the bone and lemme hold attn like a father with child
twist the planet off its axis just before i flip styles...

i'll speak on 9th Wonder's greatness tomorrow.


peace.