54

[Verse 1: Reks] Glorious salutations and hellos In other words peace to my [?] fellows Been a lot of ups and downs in the ghettos Smiles and frowns maneuver through the pounds Not the loud or the pistols, talking about crowds up inc Bristol Skyping with my kids did he miss you Wish I could be there to hug and kiss you Distance the issue, relentless the grizzle AKA grind shake and bake time Cooked a classic, wake 'em up time-starved bust capper Chino Vinnie style Pen be mad superior to inferior literature child Of the Christian Parker school of art The shout to the missing martyrs fought for all us Beautiful parlors with the [?] joggin' from the noggin Father MC, the father him see To God be the glory, spoils to the victor Off the chain the scale the Richtor Mr. glass, meet the pain inflictor Cross out your name, add me to the list of Quiet storm that formed in the lips like whispers Grow to a venomous growl My signature wild wild It's a glamorous markish style You punk bitch often, I'm in a loft with the pen Upper class senior whip ass with the phlegm Ahem ahem, lozenges for the carpenters Master craftsmen, swift pat as if this is aspen motion Picture closed caption In the zone adaptin' To the habitat, battlefield battlecat Tongue like a thunderclap On my J-O-B, number jack like 1-0-1 I might You bow wow, nigga bow down Rhythmatic Eternal King supreme Need jewels for the crown, you fool simmer down As I sizzle saute, Hazardis Soundz all day Flawless flow my forte, all my vocay Son son, vocab, gift of gab, O'Shea Talking Cube not the cousin Dede Verbal AK machine gun tongue make 'em lean like the fiend go dumb Bag a skunk, cream in your shorty bunk You will all succumb To the word perfect sort of verses Make you think of funeral service Rest in peace to you bitch ass MCs Eyes Watching God got you niggas nervous Word up (54 points for Jordan)