Artist: Tha Beggas Album: Changing Classics Song: Kraftwerks Typed by: Tha Masta [Long Axe] Sold it right by verbal rate, hesitation in the echo When fullness is nothing, had to fall, made you let go Stereo, black gecko, southern Dr. Jekyll Blood runs from the lobby of your body into speckles Dotted palms like freckles, great complicated ghettoes Just a fraction of the passion, trying to let my food settle Empire Strikes Back 'til the spine is paper flat I'm sticking with my story then I'm sticking with the axe Your reflex counteract over counter combat Gimme that, and what you cherish, be brave and you will perish Airish is the flight, see rain, black crane Act strange and I'ma see the real weight of ya brain With the maximum, maximum, the treasures in my action That ripples every bone, coming home with the platinum Tackle 'round the world, 'round this world, worldwide Read inside, bloody goodbyes, stupid sayings when ya die I couldn't slide, provide translations What you wearing grows thin with ya patience Waiting, aching, meditating, I'm taking the momentum In the back of his mind, is where I sent him [Begga Ooh] With the mind, body and soul, and holy scroll A focused flow, plus, harsh blows from hand and arm and elbows What's up Ooh? Same old, they ask and they know Life and trials and same old styles, or weak profiles, I'm asking how Shit is foul, fuck you... hit... Pull up fouls, plus you're unpure What force that is, no more Can I ignore, then yet your savior, was too late Your assailant killed two, you and your mate To take you and eliminate, self is the principle Live a life when self was once born invincible Continual actions, body to ground slapping Body or bone snapping, trials always gon' happen Nothing, just rapping, and keeping it right And another weak MC won't hold a mic [Father Lord] Micro-cosmic over ultimate scholarship Teachers rip, monkeys flip, epagraph of the manuscript Rap tale skip, telekinetic, angelic Drunken team merge and ground bodies through the valley of each serpent Atoms explode, lay 'em sweet and sugar grows Black lotus grows, strike a match between my toes Science conducts, no luck, when the vital vessels struck Chi Kung, duck low harm, erupt while the pugilist instruct A light inside a cup, drink it up, our powers struck on foes, instructing with my eyes, son, I'll still fuck you up Listen up as I begin, teach you 'bout the thousand Evil mind men then, here comes the tiger times ten E. Mai come back then, sour plum in writing I be striking with every limb we choose, and milk ya skin Our silk robe, pick it there, pick a trance For when ya really smoke in the air, it's pure silver in every tear From the cry of black dove, every soldier at once loves Practice strange love over Beggas that make grub Stop it, stop that flow, here we go off somewhere else yo We hopped the mental, super G experimental Each energy and rich words keep cracking up the pencil Fortress is residential in the hills of the gentle Illiterate becomes true, seperate, and then heal schools With religious fools saving they graces for fast foods You're too late for you to hear a such thing as too late Then ya find out ya bullets and guns ain't that great My Kraftwerks, my kraftwerks, it really works, my kraftwerks