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

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