Four Percent from BLKTCHP2 by Sankofa
Another track where I was running off the energy of King Author's efforts.
Tracklist
| 4. | Four Percent | 3:28 |
Lyrics
I’m giving my four percent, the 96 is gone
I spent it making it through the day so I could script the song
But better better that four percent can overpower most
Diesel egos looking dour, another sour stroke
I’m looking at you for the answer how do cowards cope?
Start looking for a tree and gather around the rope
The sound of dope personified I swim piranha strikes
A lotta of halfwits got advice and sound lobotomized
The bottomline, I’d rather cruise in the Econoline
Beyond divine, I transcend your petty gods of rhyme
You caught a body? moving mannequins maybe.
Your braggadocious raps are nothing more than fantasy fading
Calamity cadence, your whole career is the Lids store
All caps, so fall back when I spit war
I’m sick and tired of victimizers who pick a crisis
And sell wolf tickets, opportunists, slipping fivers
I’m the total package, Lex Luger, you’re just the bubble wrap
Leave your ego bruised and dented with a subtle tap
You run your trap Grizzly Adams, tinny hi hats
There’s no room for entourages on that life raft
The song colossus running past your cavalcade of clowns
Pregnant pause a dagger faberge is found
You dudes are finished, when moved to the spay and neuter clinics
Spiderman crews pointing fingers, saying who’s the mimic?
Truth I spit it the proof is their apoplexy
Tracks are deadly, man I’ll never let their raps affect me
Passion heavy, I wear it like a crown of thorns
Got me seeing nothing but red, Taurus with a mouth for war
Close the door hope the locks keep you safe from me
You sealed your own fate, a clone speaking fakery
I faced defeat left its grill reconstructed
Shattered orbital bones composed, my speech combustive
These cats are featherweights, disintegrate and float away
Posing in a broken motorcade decayed and hope for rain
i Don't body beats, i out of body experience them
And that second that they claim as close is clearly distant
Theory given CPR the breath of life when I connect to mics
Identikit rappers a factor, cannot recognize
I’m beckoned by the fire within withstood the test of time
The breath supplied is dire and grim, at the best rest decline
Select designs I’m driving again, intestines set to grind
Ingest the finest pine with some tin, conjecture gets the shine
I’d rather move upon it, walk the walk, but not pedestrian
No secret club with a special Knock that let me in
A heavy binge, staying at the table, plates that runneth over
A fork in the road to Roman nomenclature closure
Praise the sober staying humble while the drunken rule
Payments brokered by abundant ghouls who fund the fools
