Black Potions

[Ced Gee] Yo! That was some ninety-four flavor... you know? Rather check that, ninety-three But now we gon' take you back To some more recent, ninety-two type flavor So check it [Ced Gee] Aww yeah... bounce Yo, I attack! Take my time to sit back But when a rapper steps to me that's when I get up off your back I don't pretend to get up, perpetrate, go through the motions I use my drum machine to create a black potion The sounds are right, the lyrics are adjusted Now I'm hyped, like Steven Seagal I'm _Out for Justice_ You wanna hijack, hold my crew on 211? I ain't havin it, I'm _Passenger 57_ Proficient with delight, my funky dialect Was never ever wet, or even {?} With that most get checked, my stats are always def You question that I'll break your jaw bust your shit and you'll regret The day you tried to, degrade then lie to Yourself and your boy, plus you tried to slide through The main attraction, the man who's waxin The satisfaction, of takin action You need protection, I'm pure perfection Bring your boys bring your crew, and I'm still wax ass with aggression Black potions Yeah, that's what you want money, that's what you want money Want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money [Verse Two] A new era has begun for the sentiment, let the mic attest to this All weak foes are cast out, like I was an exorcist Get next to this flow? Never I got the +5 Holy Avenger, and I endeavor To sever all ties between me, and average MC's They're like tweeters in the fishtank of rap, I'm a Jack Dempsey Don't tempt me, Ali tank's empty, niggas exempt me From the melee but the paladin must combat The ones that say they, just wanna get paid, at any cost Think of the youths and the dudes they paid to bring it forth Whatever happened to quality, cause these niggas don't wanna be fly They wanna be high, on the charts By selling out the music, the arts that we love But the dark angel of death will swoop down from above Like an, ancient alchemist, I mix the ingredients Verbal as well as semantic to make sure they're expedient Complex attack formations are then combined The druid forms rhymes that are fluid until we find Black potions {*short instrumental break*} As I imbibe the black potion, my intelligent host becomes infinite I love kickin rhymes, in fact I'm intimately involved With the bass line, never will I waste time Keep a 40 oz. of blackness in my backpack just in case I'm Caught in a desperate situation My metamorphosis to {?} will always bring elation I'm the rap vindicator since so many abuse it My verbal attack's a sonic cone and I defuse it To an angle of 60 degrees, foes I freeze I rock keys, and fly for light centuries To the ethereal planes, of the rules of speech So I can replenish my powers, on return all I see Are these wannabes, without the slightest notion How to rock the rhymes divine like the fly black potion [Ced Gee] As I dissect into my lab Into frequencies your ears grab Yeah Ced Gee the man in the mix It's your problem I will fix Yeah as I sit back without a notion I'ma create this black potion Yeah, that's what you want money, that's what you want money That's what you want, you want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah That's what you want money, that's what you want money You want the black potions, yeah Aww yeah