Jeet
Rookie
As poetically complex (maybe even more than) as Kendrick, I'd say up there with Nas & Slug, but more substance.
[Verse 3]
Yo viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words
Thicken the plot, I got hidden rhythms and verse
I'm loading the hearse,you biting like a Dracula curse
I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth
So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose
I'm beginning to win, young man, mastering sin
Battle within,looking at The Devil and grin
I'm flipping the script,walking on a journey and trip
On the gurney they missed, and the fact that life is a bytch
And I'm hating this shyt, losing blood, making me crip
Stakes is high, bet, and I lost the grip
Searching for bliss, with the razor over my wrist
Needing a job but the drug test's checking my piss
I'm looking through a window and seeing the immaculate conception reborn
Peace in my corewith seven swords, a knight in a war
Looking to the eyes of the lord, calculating what more
Seeing the signs of heaven nevermore
The last matador riding the pale horse,losing my course
Splitting the hairs, causing divorce
Marriage unborn,I havoc in song, I stumbled upon
Lost jewels of thought, thought to be gone
Lost forever,I sever motherfukkers with letters
Written in script,forward to the rap that I rip
From the top of the lip,make a drink, taking a sip
Then I'm gulping the shyt
Falling deeper in the abyss...
[Verse 3]
Yo viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words
Thicken the plot, I got hidden rhythms and verse
I'm loading the hearse,you biting like a Dracula curse
I'm bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth
So you'd rather listen to lies, so you're living to lose
I'm beginning to win, young man, mastering sin
Battle within,looking at The Devil and grin
I'm flipping the script,walking on a journey and trip
On the gurney they missed, and the fact that life is a bytch
And I'm hating this shyt, losing blood, making me crip
Stakes is high, bet, and I lost the grip
Searching for bliss, with the razor over my wrist
Needing a job but the drug test's checking my piss
I'm looking through a window and seeing the immaculate conception reborn
Peace in my corewith seven swords, a knight in a war
Looking to the eyes of the lord, calculating what more
Seeing the signs of heaven nevermore
The last matador riding the pale horse,losing my course
Splitting the hairs, causing divorce
Marriage unborn,I havoc in song, I stumbled upon
Lost jewels of thought, thought to be gone
Lost forever,I sever motherfukkers with letters
Written in script,forward to the rap that I rip
From the top of the lip,make a drink, taking a sip
Then I'm gulping the shyt
Falling deeper in the abyss...