Aritst: Zeph & Azeem Album: Rise Up Song: Come One Come All Typed by: noof Question: when's the last time you touched essence? Reflect it, 3 minutes and some seconds Who these rap cats you repping? With stars in they flag? When's the last time you checked it? Me? I go switch your poetic perspective Rim to pimp brims with electric chair Texas Nigger touched up like perms for perfection Permanent damage don't dance on my records Have sex and more babies Beau young and restless Protest mine cos I rolled a death sentence Resurrect epics with stars suns and crescents 7's with circles broke into 4 sections, yeah That's ahead of most heads who don't listen Mafia children alive with tradition Fingers have visions Every song scriptured, it's simply a seance But not ghost written! Ah ... Azeem is ill man, listen Kick it with strippers and thieves like the first christians The prince - ya'll amateurs, you can't do this Throw a box of records at the block, they'd still miss I shift focus, quote my ribs Still hungry, no jokes where the cheekbones is The speed changes sequence my beats got fists Raised on tough titties naw we don't snitch! My mind's a neighbourhood and rhymes paint pictures Of castles and riches and statues of sisters Tall story buildings: it's a nice place to visit Don't record it to my cut-throat district, come on. Refrain This is a space opera, Chakra shocker Black anthrax, a style monster A proud sponsor, strapped back with armour Peace - I harvest words, I'm a farmer 10 more steps ahead we move forward Dog I'm organised like Black August Songs are fortified, we all lawless I'll see 45 before charges If this is just my time, I can't call it Go out with half the squad and plus the sergeant Living like a million years of promise Calmly cause a riot - keep performing Warning - this is noise and plus poison Avoiding the rapture, relax and enjoy it Annoying the toy in you, that's what the point is Life's a bitch tough tits but enjoy it, come on! Refrain I'm a Saint - why? Cos I paint lines Make pages cry when the ink dries Straight before your eyes I create lines Fame beyond the name of the grapevine Plain and simple pain so we kill time With stranger took cocaine but I will lie This is not a game it's a real crime A freak of nature thing that I still shine Specific - compare me to who? That's a sickness They wrists too thin for this They won't risk it I throw fits and vocal mission district Rich in non-fiction, god's most gifted Pull out your microchip you're shit's glitching Music (drug-induced) causes visions Beats that Zeph produced, you're just tripping Turn up the music fool and quit bitching!