Verbal Battle

Intro: Jeru The Damaja In the time when hip hop was strong The Supahuman Klik ruled the land Bringin that futuristic hip hop, presently in time The first lieutenant in arms of the Supahuman Klik Was the all mighty, all powerful, Miz Marvel I think she can describe it how she does better {Miz Marvel} Thought I disappeared now that the smoke has cleared I come from times with inabitions, face to face with fears While shootin stars wishing that I can shift my gears So I raise my glass eye, I drink to that, say cheers And let the fire water wash away the tears, burn like salt On open wounds, thoughts consume all consetions Give birth to these rhymes like an oral C-section Uhh, positive connection throughout the galaxy Time to switch to reality, make proper arrangements For the souls of fatalities It's the same for niggas that stuck with that slave mentality Or these wack ass rappers, they got no originality But my mentality, helps me travel around the galaxy Time gets shorter, I'm on the water, run insanity It seems like everyone was after me Three's a nasty girl like Vanity Make niggas wild, I smoke la, anything to keep my sanity Ain't got no friends, everyone with me is family If they standing next to me, nothing's what it seems to be Sending energy, when I rhyme, but no time for idol questions If freestyling is my bible, when I fall in hip hop sessions Of the tribal blessings, lessons to be learned Respect had to be earned and not given On the fourth of them but not amongst the men that living Guy collides, when selfish minds can't asked to be forgiven Ain't no turning back the hands of time When past spirits have risen {scratching} Black, black, black Verbal, power, verbal, power {Miz Marvel} Power of the moon and the force of a sonic boom Help me heel like battle wounds, to that shit I'm immune We come thru like the first platoon, into smoke filled rooms Into it seems like magic mushrooms, from the womb to the tomb I got a meetin in the ladies room, I be back real soon O-o-oh o-o-o-oh And all pro, precise position, like a crossbow To strike the deathblow, continue with a never ending flow Friend or foe, gas heads go from C.E.O. to skid row See the toxic green flow, it's poison waters overflow Paint a mental picture, lyrical Michaelangelo Words pierced with the sting of a scorpio Beats mad bong, to collapse the Walls of Jericho Overflow and explore, I hope you got your blunts rolled Cuz this is the same, no matter which zip code My minds pro, bitches is robbed Suckin the diamonds out your ear lobe I keep it tracked like a barcode of Illuminati And fight these devils back with the Code of Hammurabi {more scratching} {Miz Marvel} I strike with magnum force, send you on a collision course With no remorse, I tap the source and knock you off ya high horse While beats and rhymes have intercourse to reproduce their first born Never sworn not to make the same mistakes as there parents Written on there face, time worn sharpen then a poison desert storm Step on first month Capricorn, quiet storm Jeans and boots my everyday uniform Elegants ruffness and inocence, if ever given a form Hell have a fury like a women's scorn My niggas strife to perform, I struggle to break the norm Give me any platform and I perform lyrical quiet storms I make it hot, you keep it luke warm From hotels to college dorms, keep these niggas souls torned {More scratching} Lot of other people, other groups aware of these consciousness Virtually impossible to defend against (repeated over and over)