I’d like to rip some Phd’s
and early twenty something’s
i’ve been rhyming
since before these kids were fuckin’
i look their age but i’m not
so peep this paradox
the real G’s are terrorists
with AK’s on the docks
so go ahead and test the academics
and the wild and frenetic
respect this exchange
i’m not a label-er of the game
so conscious rap:
meet those jiggy beats –
jiggy beats: move your soul feet
step out your HUNDRED K car
now you’re not hard
see me eye to eye on the middle street
my style is more E-Eighty-Five-Turbo-Electric
i’m splendid, i bounce smooth and getaway fast
with less of the slave gas
go ahead and rape my village then pillage
you’ll meet me on the scrimage – BOTTOM LINE
i am the antithesis of their design
my love is blind for those who accept me –
i’ll give you my all, then i became free from the free fall
let it go, let it show, my soul alchemize’d to gold
from chemically induced abuse
but still have respect for the OG’s
the hoes and the troops
including everybody in the loop
and the so called cream of the crop
from cops to wife beating jocks
no one is safe from the way d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. berates
because we all have our day…
so who’s to say in essence we’re not the same
with a dark side, darth vader vibe, post traumatic
psychosomatic – i’ve managed myself to the edge and back
trust me hell’s intact
because we all politic
and make decisions real quick
that we sink the whole ship
i couldn’t read instructions
nor could they read the signs
it’s esoteric because i’ve lived by different metrics
so my bootleg mash-ups are not official
because my blood line is judicial
reversal of my masonry curse
my mom’s mom’s dad and my dad’s dad
that’s why i speak from the bottom
they’ll be toppled by autumn:
shift of the ages – returned to burning sages.
NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. 