Elektro

[Verse One] Right from the intro The God opens your ears and then yo Mind and then jacks the government info Documents on ghetto occupants I've been rocking since back in the days Check the craze Lyrically, my mind creates a maze Once you get locked in You're missing for days And then come back pro Black So strapped with knowledge of self You won't chase material wealth The scariest stealth bomber to ever cruise the airwaves When I drop, the earth crack Brothers want their frankincense and myrrh back You made a track? Yo, I heard that It didn't sound tight You put it on the Internet, I'm in yor sound byte Glitch Change the pitch Then switch your shit with mine On time Lyrical contact through digital rhyme Physical sign On your frame is a bruise Your mic ooze You fuck with the God, you're bound to lose Everything is calm until I see you at the next show Elektro [Verse Two] My mic technique unorthodox It sort of shocks Stalks rappers at night I write something hyped Try to bite I try to snipe your face with the bass This is just a taste of lyrical dominance from the mentally prominent Man that thinks and sinks deep into thought Only to emerge and surge with words that use forces To knock white men off of horses When trying to add to Black losses My code morses Putting our people on positive courses But of course it's only natural For somebody to try to fuck it up, and that's factual So I use the same flow that put brothers under in "The Serpent & The Rainbow" Go back to "Beat Street" and resurrect Ramo Knock the shit out of Spit Verbal eclipse No light when I write Try to turn it on I turn and bomb your whole damn set Veteran to cadet Go to the store, buy the cassette Press play, and I just may Hop out your radio and riddle you with lyrical spray But would the cops let me slide? No way Usual suspect like Kaiser Soze Creeping out the front grid of your Bose Took you out and your man Jose DT's showed up and said "No way!" Okay Blanket the whole proximity Looking specifically for Liftedly Yet my whereabouts remain a mystery You'll never find Cause I'll forever blind anybody whose trying to bind mine You checking the time? Armageddon soon come You checking the rhyme? Wack MC's soon done Run for cover Hide and fear what I let go Elektro [Verse Three] Try to jump over my rap synapses Soon after your left lung collapses Look at your watch, no time elapses Perhaps it's the actual fact That you're the actual wack brother that lost contact with the real boom bap from way back But Imma bring it right to your chest unless you can dodge this missile Homing Following wherever you're roaming Back up everyone The God's zoning There's no way to keep track of all the spots I'm blowing Comp plan to come test, but ain't showing I'm knowing Secret facts about present day and past presidents Using them as rhyme elements Brought forth with eloquence Uplifting every brother whether in jeep, jail, or residence Speaking in past, future, or present tense What I invent will indent Implement Then advance and enhance My stance B-Boy Back arched Arms crossed Legs spread I'm the dread Feds looking for me but I'm kinda fed I know your next move Your mind's read You're bumbaclot dead What I said will just shock the spot Rock the spot Remind you of the days when you popped and locked on ghetto blocks On a cardboard box But now you dodge stray shots and crooked cops But never fear Cause what I pump into the air Will rapidly increase our strength from year to year And our progress will leave every wicked man petro Elektro