Lyricks

you and i forgot written by lyricks produced by all naturalmy flow is like a machete. and i'm holding it steady i swing when i sense you not ready, my body's already sweaty i got a blade! and if you strike and i'll surrender you diss me and i'll dissmember you... this means that the rest of you:sorry and often vegetables rappers will have to step off my ministry let off some energy, spit a free with surril in front of 33 and i called it my remedy, when i draw i'm compelling me extending myself: forever stretchin mewe are meant to be, not hope we are that what is sent to me, i give back with bars. we are the future that's building / destroying everything. we are the future that's killing / giving birth and we sing..no no no, i don't need you or myself i need mo mo mo mo mo mo mo more what? we forgot what we need but you don't hear me tho. i don't need love, don't need care, don't need trust i (just) need mo mo mo mo mo mo mo more what? you forgot what you need but you don't hear me tho.my position is perfect, rippin a verse like a living being dissection of words, surgeon of thoughts it is everything world is the poloroid, i do the imaging and of course God is the artist in my soul man, and He the KING...but you could be a pastor, evangelist or the kid who sings 'hallejuah jesus!' in front of the church, they're targeting leaders of the true school, cuz if they drop we gotta blame causin disunity when unity's usually everything...who is in charge of your music writing and editing... you think your rhymes come only from yourself? you dont see anything... what is written is proclaimed, with our BREATH in it.true lyrics will teach you what a true connection is!whether you love it or whether you hate it too late cuz i made it i cradle my tapes that which i've created i lived it... thought it out then i shifted and jot it out then i spit them, assorted files we built a recording housei ran through a thousand miles, and another thousand so eat me. another reason why none of yall gossip could ever reach me...be easy, i leave em alone cuz i've beat easy... i'm playing bonus levels, i'm waiting for all you cheesy deep rappers to catch up and finally wrap up your lil fashion show type flow... put rap back up.open your mouth: i crack up: conscience rapper / back packer / gospel pastorchristian something...stop boxing me, cuz i will only say one thing and one thing only: my main goal's not to live ill but live holy fall down but won't allow my gift to control mewrite as the man i wanna become and be consistent to those people who know me... that's it...only a matter of time, lyricks will become the whole me. until then you gotta understand that my soul beefs.