polyphony.

anyway...

a lil verse i did to reflection eternal's fortified live instrumental.

perspective emcees
please line up to the side
i gotta bone to pick with microphoney shit
y'all niggas ride
cuz its distressin', i come in as professor droppin lessons
manifestin over tracks and spit at wacks like watermelon-
seed/bleed brotha see the color aint the same
you NOT fam, so stop rockin my fuckin maiden name
i'll take the blame
for Movin Crowds and Microphone Controllin
hittin pole position spittin writtens til the venue is drippin
in Omens
that signify the beginnin of an era where the mc label's for cats who get dollars and make sense
you nickel and dimin' rhymes while i drop pennies for thought and change minds with lyrics and still im able to pay rent
yes i'm ventin/ rifle thru your pocket lint and /pay attention
craft verses with the blood spilt from niggas in the trenches
i walk tall upon the track, y'all niggas crawl because ya wack
don't know how to act /you get a pen and pad try to rap /but the fact is that you act/and better verses i done shat/
wonder why you'ont get no dap its like the crowd forgot to clap /and then you take it as a diss but really its just criticism
niggas grab the mic and barely string a sentence, got no vision/ -what you spittin besides saliva? and your stage show it ain't no liver/
but as much as you say "hot" the shit shoulda been like lava/
out vesuvius
i'm true to this been bruisin kids and doin this since the fetal position passin thru my mommas uterus
its ludicrous for you to diss when you really fuckin new to this

gimme the crowd I'M movin this.

...just gimme the crowd. I'M movin this.