Lyrics Alcoholic Plagiarism - Grits

Alcoholic Plagiarism

Embrace this wisdom, and witness my construction,
No weak spiritualism verbalised, containing evil’s deceit,
Other emcees intentions being exposed in time,
Abominations when they life aren’t like they say in they rhymes,
If it is total depiction, opposition shows face,
Potentially raping the minds of people living in desperate states,
Keep it tight, the things you claim in videos, and on tape,
Where I’m from, friend, you statue’s not injected in place,
Verbal disgrace to a nation of intelligent race,
Fertilisation to theory, stereotypes create,
Therefore will not implore my interjections,
Word play, play rough, like project kids with new neighbours who got more stuff,
Riches won’t help you then, when judgement day’s in play,
Only life, a sacrifice, attain salvation by grace,
My words go beyond the outer boundaries of flesh,
These recitals be vital to anatomic fortress,
In the 6.5 we strive to be blameless, with benevolence as evidence,
My claim to fame is righteousness.
Don’t stop, (don't)
Don’t stop, (and it won’t)
And it won’t stop, (won't)
Won’t stop.
('cause it won’t)
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed,
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed.
I come in, like visitors, displaying my creations,
R.S.V.P.
invitations to destinations,
Delegated to educatement about salvation with installations of devastation,
Arouse more emotions than Tony, when touching grammar,
My vocal stamina is like the gift of strength to Samson,
The powers divine intertwined, and mix manifested,
I’m double-breasted with the plate of righteousness,
Sin, confessed it,
With shields of faithfulness, block distractions,
Captured captions, illustrated, I’ve remonstrated,
Player hated, though I told you before,
My style was complicated, un-debated and underrated.
Bone, real smooth, coming off the head like wigs,
Big are my crowds, loud to vocals,
Intermingling, with pockets jingling, singling out opponents,
A circle form in cipher, now I’m on it,
In the mix, like vanilla extract,
The hip-hop relief, like ex-lax,
Tip-top condition brought me top-notch,
Bounce around the beat like hop-scotch,
A real enhancer,
A lot been changed since D.C. dancer.
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed,
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed.
Rewinding my tape, analysing the moves I make from the pocket,
Use my blast from past to make your future rocket,
Calm your jets, buddy,
Jiminy Christmas,
Hand-cuff my ears, while restraining all my listeners,
On the back half of back draft, catching wind burns and then turn 180,
(that's halfway)
And, like lady emcees, with the high-pitched voice, denounce your leaving,
Stop, before you can consider leaving,
Even out vomit, brown bottle rockets, pink comets,
Snapple and apple cores, often swallowing what’s not yours,
Beat-biter, dope style taker,
I’ll distort your body, like a New York City breaker,
Look at me, look at me;
I did this to you,
Tired of being slighted by my copywrited,
Adrenaline hits infinity and beyond.
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed,
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed,
My writing is like a party, inviting to see quite clearly,
Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as U.F.O.
sightings,
They’re classified, means they’re glassy eyed.