Canadas Finest
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalli Kalli
Yes baby
Karats and jewels, esoteric minded fools
Combined with the schools produce the muse
Divine writer, letter-jotter and all the colours
Tariq Tortter brother, I unmask undercovers
Five-O is live yo, you better go and ride and slow
They pull you over they gonna smell the aroma
China white, the black tar, turn down ya Gang Starr
Peep my style and bars, started sum wild, God
Com and hot box with me, push keys like Whitney
Kush flees for kidneys, but the green don’t trick me
My life predicted by Gypsy, sippin’ wine from Sicily
Silly, you know I’m really ill, so if you real, kill me!
Flabbergasted, leaving y’all getting bagged in
Persian carpets, stampede the rap stock market
Take off like rockets, triple beams, I spark it
Nipples seen, I got this, honeys bring the largest
Spread money on floors, funny I’m the farthest
From what I say, but it rhymes hard so hey
Imma keep spitting like Gatlings and speeches
The rhymer with no sugarcoat or sweetness
I bring it raw like heroin, you know I’m on
This crazy life of Jay-Z sights, baby goodnight
Lately I’m psyched, fate is a thing of the past
I paint destiny with thoughts that I grasp
It’s too easy, y’all sleazy, take a nap
Uh huh, like I’m supposed to, I rap forever
I rap for cheddar? Never! Just to get better
Ghost of Big L has me feeling very ill
Something like Nas signing to a record deal
My intellect prevails, dining steak and sea shells
Rhyming late, coast of Georgian, I see sails
Y’all ain’t seen cells, haven’t seen sales
No coke slung, I’m number one, no lump sum
All cash is for me, the hash I blow is for free
I told you my stash is so cold like the breeze
Ice cream dreams, money, women and Gs
I bring it back to 1995 too well, I’m teen-seven
Raising all Hell so much it becomes heaven
Wow
No bad juju, you do what you do and pay dues
I’ll play cool, you play the fool, I stay in school
I’m a rule abiding, soothing lightning crashing
Rapping mad tactics in verbal mathematics
Many verses and curses laying foes in hearses
They snatch purses and burst their inverses
Telling me I’m hurt and I gotta get to workin’
Bag for certain, pull mags and prada curtains
Mazda swerving, nah I more fly to places
I’m sly with traces of the slickest faces
Ricky or Nicky, I was born with the illest gauges
Cashmere sweaters and that, last year’s cheddar was wack
Now I pack a Mac with a few Jacksons in the sack
I’m a fraction of Nas, but you ain’t none of me
I’m comfortably rapping, stuntingly attracting
No tussles, gold muscles, climb the rank ladder
Shuffle though bars with no tumble, bank fatter
Big bills, bringing ballistic weapons in tractors
Country kid, little town but I port a brittle smile
So many hooks I write I might have a sickle child
This something you can capture
The beginning to the rapture
If they recognized my Steez id be the X factor
Get it, X Factor
Chocolate puffing, something very strong
Something varies in me from song to song
I write wrongs but I go left on the rights
I crept at the lights bumping old MC Lyte
Older man swings his head to see my steez
Music pounding, early 90s female sounding
He impressed with the knowledge that I got
Gave me a nod in approval then sped right off
I’m cultured, not a vulture
Only one who set the bar low is Jack Harlow
I deliver like container ships and phat cargo
He rides on others coattails and prevails
We failed a system, I’m nailed in the wisdom
Fuck the isms, the things that are contagious
White boy invading black music, gentrification
That’s phony is it, colonialism, craziness
You only got whiter by showing our history
How you popped off still remains a mystery
You kiddin me?
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About the Artist
Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024