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Guild of Skills
- My career is monitored by the ghost of Pac
- So check your thermometer cuz the temperature dropped
- From the lyrical icicles, im inviting you to watch
- Kalligraphy melt another verse above the rock
- I brung forth fire like the core, im sorta icy hot
- I’m Shaquille with speed and a jump shot
- That’s unstoppable when you’re going against the reincarnation of [Pop](Big Poppa B.I.G)
- Cuz these bombs that drop like Iran are detonated
- The rhymes are hella sacred and heavily meditated
- Almost lost a cousin from being overly medicated
- More like on drugs and kept in weird places
- Where chances of whether or not he would make
- Becomes less and less of his choice, it’s more fate
- But I can’t speak for all of his struggles and complaints
- Because I’m sure it still reflects on him everyday
- While I sit back and write about my life being brave
- I’m from lyrical miracle, biblical guild
- Tapestries of tragedies like Shakespeareans I am built
- On the rocks of Little Rock to the fallacies of thoughts
- I aim steadily with the steel and swivel my quill
- Across the sketches of stretches of Nirvana's mills
- Windmills wielding my skills in the lab that’s filled
- With trill artist in which every label has harvest
- But if I’m not the hardest out then you ain’t being for real
- Like I’m everything you want to be and more
- A majesty standing of travesties of what’s actually
- Presented in front of your eyes, it’s all fallacy
- But I’m like red herring jumping and drying its gills
- I stack monuments in every continent for real
- So chill
- Elevate the predicaments and the heaven sent
- To the egotistical and the rooms for the elephants
- The better wishes to the kids who look for a pittance
- But the repentance isn’t gifted to virtualizing your spirit
- The flesh has to hear it and if don’t come near it
- The gate stays closed like a locked stagecoach
- But if they’re playdoh in the rhymes they say flow
- The put a bullet hole of a lyric in his soul
- And like we haven’t addressed any elephants
- It’s pretty scented that I’m the greatest and evident
- And i can provide and dine you with evidence
- But you push it to the side like when the tests finished
- So be my apprentice and don’t listen to the gimmicks
- They leave fingerprints on your spirit, so kick em
- Off the face of the waters into the depths of ravines
- Man cannot regain respect if he beheads another’s dreams
- Or if he un heads the severed head of queens
- Or stands up in the church for the un wedding of rings
- Peace
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