Tetralogy of Rap lyrics - State of Rage
Intro:
Decipher the vision of a nigga who started spitting, they said am hardcore but am tryna keep it real/This ain't a cypher, get a mission starting with a title provided you keep it real, you the king of the street/ Ain't got time for the mark of the beast/ I told yall am south south lyricist, a kinda man for the street/ lyrically am capable of raising dead bodies buried in the middle of a cemetary...I'm in a state of rage
Verse 1 (Beat from Big L):
Fantasize your lyrics then you gotta pay me cos am seeking justice/ me in person gotta renovate the culture with my verses/ you hear me screaming or cursing everytime am rapping as a form of practice and you caused it/ coz there's a possibility real niggas don't get the kinda profits that you fake niggas are getting/ by cursing or mentioning the things that don't exist/ to be specific, you talking shit and still flipping is terrific/ killing lyricism with your ignorance doesn't mean ish to me but if it is/ am coming back to impeach your ass but not with police/ Hiphop is my wife, I rape it, it doesn't rape me/ Am patiently waiting for my dawgs to infect yall with rabies/ cos lately most of yall are making me to hate it/ This is the tetralogy of rap, 4 niggas outta the crowd but came back to form a bada$$/ I took the souls of all the rappers and if you rapping loud, what matters is the word that comes out/ and I sterilize them before they fall out so the infection wouldn't go round/ No one can exhibit my raw technique/ you shouldn't be rapping with a poor technique/ everyone will come against me but none can win. Ehyo check it...
Verse 2 (Beat from 2Pac):
How many days we gotta wait to get mutherfuckers erased? And take their place/ making a pavement and a way for you to demonstrate, the hiphop culture motivates/ ameliorate the problems and the captivation of the human life at stake/ I'm rapping like the end of days and 2pac needs to get awake/ I dedicate the way am rapping to the human race/ I dominate the hiphop market with a mixtape/ and you can take and pass it to the people that you hate or love/ am spitting raw for all the people not abiding by the law/ I shoulda warn you that am coming up to take your spot/ I never lose, I never will; I never curse, I never heal and its a must am gonna win/ Take the things that you want from my lyrics and leave the rest to me/ Remember I got skills and my name is Raw Teknik/ I don't have have 6packs but I remember 2pac's diss track/ hit 'em up, distract all the ladies in the industry so they can pay me/ Life is a rascist, it shows you the blackside couple of pages/ So do some preservations and call Teknik a lyricist with no plausible reason cos I insist..
Verse 3 (Beat from Notorious BIG):
They planning for your funeral, now folding arms and they wondering who shot ya? Question of the week when you dropping em pom poms/ but now you spittin shit and you saying its for fun/with your sweet beat and soft lyrics just like popcorn/I make and develop the game so call me Capcom/ how come I won't be dope when yall are tobacco? If I can't smoke then I'll sell yall like cash-crop/ I'm spreading halitosis so you gon suffer a bad breath but when you highly focus you gon get what you ask next/ and If you wack you gon get a reward for your wackness/ A good spirit makes up the flesh then manifest/... Daily composition, you've been a broke and a hungry nigga/ so the fake are wishing that you wouldn't form a new allegiance/ with the fate of terminating all their past, present and future hall of fame/ what a shame! I still remain a threat in the game/ interesting the way none can impersonate me/ Am next to the fame, ooh the ex of a fake/ the first to be great f**king on any kinda beat to get to the first position and become the best in the game/ The only PH nigga who started spitting not for the figures, getting lyrically iller/ flows longer than Benue river/ putting everything I have 85% of these niggas can never get in a milli second but they claiming teachers/ combination of their asses never got me motivated/ dedicated to the masses, I'm entitled to a fellow/ and I plan to drop the microphone any day I fall-off but till the time comes/ my technique remains raw so I gotta do a Big Pun...
Verse 4: (Beat from BigPun)
No dissing but you can get the specifics unto the end/if you listen then you can bend all the wisdom into your head/ A sign of pistol in the air, a revelation to despair but look at me I'm here/ Even though it takes me couple of weeks to reveal the secrets of building lyrics that's efficient like a preaching on the pulpit/ walking on a lowkey pretending to be a rookie to find the route and the truth is what you need to improve/ you get the proof with 2 fingers up, deuces that's a clue!
Am corrosive like acid so all I do is burning asses/ my advice is deposit some cash before you pass me like a taxi stucked in traffic/ I stop the beat to practice, my art of rhyming gotta be elastic/ but I don't trust it so I passed it/ to capitalize like a club with a captain, taking prosthetic drugs to couple it/ all the missing parts, I packed it and brought it back as the illest tactical lyricist speaking invincible words/ that are meant to be kept in a millitary ward/ or arsenal for killing rappers/ A prodigy in the industry working for other people like merceneries/ If you write lyrics for people then please teach them delivery/ most of yall lack creativity to spit words efficiently/ This is hiphop, you get pissed off, showing a level of hate cos they dissed you?? you brought a pistol, you wanna cause pain but before you claim hiphop and make another wack track/ I'll give you another bad slap that will sound like a thunder clap.. BRAaah!!
