Ishmael

Mimicking gods I was known on the throne With your own light of home Fully charged from the stars On life through the cars I unwound in the moon On a chopless nightless crew Showing myself in the light Being myself all the while Sun unstill until sin is still Cause sin is still in our sons instilled Sinister minds Sinister plans of sinister dudes Sinister motives sinister moves Sinister hearts ride sinister grooves Sinister ranks 'mongst sinister crews This one here from me to you Started off rude ill finish you smooth His tools crude while mines just fluid Mirror please tell him he’s the dude Principles claimed but none pursued Telling his bitch “bitch that’s my groove!” Tell her come time to show & prove A lottery win the peaches choose Motto be: Dog, to each his groove In the jungles I’m follow through Every down is a audible ‘Cause every style I rock is swallowed whole Some are all mine some outright stole Some of them foes some be your bros This another fly one y’all can blow Corny ass fucks are thrower in dough Pimpin’ on top his paper throne My richness is incalculable My tacoma whips my falcon soar My pimpage passions palpable Huey beats and Malcolm flow Intimacies I doubt you know Down in them grooves you can’t even go Fuckin’ with me she stay aglow Parallel lines and magic stones All of our stories told in codes From a FuturesPast platoon Brought forth in rhymes A secret memory of way better times When we was raisin’ high Couldn’t sell us none of this shit You could back us against that wall But you’d hear that click, another clip I’m asking where did it go? What happened to my folks? Beauty bought by empty corp Loving what you don't I can’t understand Why we couldn’t hold sway And place ourselves behind all these things we paved the way When they basking in your glow, they smile Keen observers notice something bitch up in the style Jealous fellas [?] betrothed All his accolades are self bestowed Plot his talents through his master’s mill But never tell us what’s behind the veil Don’t drink don’t smoke don’t jux don’t sniff don’t coke don’t strap I was raised to figure that’s your rack Between hell and high water he froze Incandescent rivers I just glows and flows Well I just got chose I can no longer minister to your sinister grooves