79 Bars of Gold

Ay you, let me show you these elements

79 bars to show you why I’m better than

Most these guys who stomp around like elephants

Wouldn't trample an ant cuz their styles delicate

I used to be like, “this writing work is brutal”

Now I write so much work it hurts my pupils

I see these corny rappers, sloppily formed matter

In the eye of the storm of the Rap Saver Master

That’s me, K to the -Alligraphy

If you mess in’ with me, end up 10 feet deep

Gonna bend you til your head goes through your feet

I’m still waiting for the Lord to call my number

Cuz I’m flyer than a motherfuckin suicide jumper

RIP Steez, I play your shit as if I’m spending capital

While we got heathens attempting to storm the capitol

This life is wack like Channel 9 with no Arsenio

Rap was aborted so imma breathe life back into that embryo

And let it grow up to be something for the people

Cure the cancers, hang hypocrites on steeples

“Jeez bro, why you—“ just let me breathe, yo

I’ve been wired, tired, copper in my attire

I’m the connection to your supplier, your kingpin, empire

I’ve seen entire crews like you fall and transpire

Jesse James and other messy lames have been acquired

So don’t think you guys are untouchable, I ain’t a liar

As I lay hooked on top of the church outside

My verbs now rode these waves, I’m Einstein

I’ll show you how I function like sine

Then dine you with some Jesus-made wine

Give you a taste of the lime, sour when I rhyme

I spit that acid that got Shakespeare flipping backwards

If they shake a spear for me saying bad words

I’ll have them arrested for trying to cut my last nerve

Repair my system, my anatomy, my damn religion

My sickness, the Illmatic personified through children

Don’t consume the wicked, end up like Lilith

I consume the green, that shit makes you fatter

Doesn’t get you slimmer, this is a different matter

You either go the route of eating the green sprouts

Or head down south and eat these sweet sounds

And choose the money over the people you love

Then I see why God turned you into a raven, and me a dove

As I fly high waving “hi” to these guys in the sci fi

I provide lye, no lie, this is not the “ride or die”

This is it’s either you die or I’m out alive

And I don’t take no chances on fate

So I grab God’s plans and change it, sway

I promise I got the answers, I just can’t say

They just can’t wait til I get shot up in the face

So they say that Kalligraphy is really dead

And that’s the only time I’ll ever be in a grave

Never from a other man tryna pen me down til I cave

But the day that I wade into my coffin and sway

I’ll leave my Excalibur sword inside the lake

You can’t pull out like you got a weak pull out game

Like “Oh my Gosh”—Kalligraphy, what you sayin’

Don’t mind it, my mind is a junction at play

My bars speakeasy, yours are just weak and

queasy

I vomit every time I hear you speak, G

So please be considerate and leave me be

I mean how far can I go on a beat, on the road

I should pay attention, my bright headlights glow

Yo, see me on the other side of the hedgerow hoe

I’ll show you the gold that I got on the low

This isn’t the rush of California bro

This is the rush of the Aztec People at your throat

Emerging from me, Pacal Votan spitting quotes

From me, “I spit poems like soliloquies”

And if you hear from me that I’m done acting spiritually

Shoot me til I’m dead cuz that’s a skinwalker of me in the flesh

Forever will I ride with the chance of eternity

Don’t know if it’s true with proof or certainty

But if it’s wrong then it’s either I’m in a different hell

Or in a black void, on conscious unable to tell

But if I’m right, I’m dancing in bright white lights

With the site of the messiah, Jesus Christ

As I end this song, don’t let me babble on

Cuz every bar was gold, you just now grappled on