tha16thletter
Dec 23rd, 2002, 02:00 PM
A Lyricist’s Creed 12/20/02
I promise that I won’t ever misguide ya step
I promise I wont ever deface or soil ya rep
I swear to uphold the truth through my word,
& nothin’ but
I promise to never get stuck ina style, I mix it up like a mutt
Never the runt of the pack, top dog material
I promise to never roll over like a Nelly video really yo!
But really though, I’m really just a poet, but through my vocals I must show it
to yal
This my time to shine so know I ain’t bout to blow it
See the snakes in the grass? I’m out here to mow it
Tore it up, but to me it just aint enough truely
I promise to untie what was once confined with cuffs
I’m tellin’ you, I will find and remind yal to leave behind the bluffs
and the phoniness, that’s why I’m makin’ out this list
so enlist and sit down to listen up to this!
The bliss of the statements I’m makin’
will surely have the fake rhymas quakin’!
Shaken, taken aback, I rake ya minds, awaken!
Hand me a mic...
I promise that I wont bite...
Use words to incite...
With forms of lyrical might...
I promise to give yal what yal need to receive
stimulate ya mind like cerebral weed
this here’s a lyricist’s creed... this is a lyricist’s creed... this is
a promise
signed sealed in blood, in blood I seal this deal with the God above
I’m tellin’ yal I wont say nothin’ that I don’t feel
I’m tellin’ yal I’ll bring the appeal while still keepin’ it real
rhymes is what I contrive and shoot from my mind
never minus the heart, just checkin’ yal’s understandin’ from the start
impart wisdom sizzle ya system twist ‘em with metaphorical chrisms
expel the demons, bring the evil to the open
over the fires of hell, I tight roped ‘em
to come back and expose ‘em
hand to hand I throws ‘em, dance ‘round the ring and body blows ‘em
I’m chosen
if you think you knows em... its doubtful
‘cuz the words needed to win this battle’s a mouthful
they’ll route you, without even lookin’ back
if you put down your guard durin’ their sporadic attack
I promise this
what’s whack will never make it past my pad
and I promise my pen is forever my comrade
with a stylo that’s tighter than you and your dad
this is my promise...
This is my promise, my lyrical honey and milk will never go bad...
Hand me a mic...
I promise that I wont bite...
Use words to incite...
With forms of lyrical might...
I promise to give yal what yal need to receive
stimulate ya mind like cerebral weed
this here’s a lyricist’s creed... this is a lyricist’s creed... this is
Verse 3
Once again its ya man comin’ from the 513
with flows that many will undoubtly
feel wholeheartedly, life has alotted me
a talent, so its my duty to cultivate it
and motivate it, until the day that I’ve made it
and all the while never berate it
I treat it like a seed of mine, nurture it with care
I’ll never sell my emcee’s soul on any of ya dares
so beware of everythin’ else you read
if they aint adherin’ to this here creed
with words and ability I shout out what needs to be
said, like 50 cent if you don’t get it, it just went over ya head
verbalizin....
Underclass risin’....
Sneak attack, surprise ‘em...
Til the day I’m dead.
I said... I promise.
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/5/the16thlettermusic.htm<audio
I promise that I won’t ever misguide ya step
I promise I wont ever deface or soil ya rep
I swear to uphold the truth through my word,
& nothin’ but
I promise to never get stuck ina style, I mix it up like a mutt
Never the runt of the pack, top dog material
I promise to never roll over like a Nelly video really yo!
But really though, I’m really just a poet, but through my vocals I must show it
to yal
This my time to shine so know I ain’t bout to blow it
See the snakes in the grass? I’m out here to mow it
Tore it up, but to me it just aint enough truely
I promise to untie what was once confined with cuffs
I’m tellin’ you, I will find and remind yal to leave behind the bluffs
and the phoniness, that’s why I’m makin’ out this list
so enlist and sit down to listen up to this!
The bliss of the statements I’m makin’
will surely have the fake rhymas quakin’!
Shaken, taken aback, I rake ya minds, awaken!
Hand me a mic...
I promise that I wont bite...
Use words to incite...
With forms of lyrical might...
I promise to give yal what yal need to receive
stimulate ya mind like cerebral weed
this here’s a lyricist’s creed... this is a lyricist’s creed... this is
a promise
signed sealed in blood, in blood I seal this deal with the God above
I’m tellin’ yal I wont say nothin’ that I don’t feel
I’m tellin’ yal I’ll bring the appeal while still keepin’ it real
rhymes is what I contrive and shoot from my mind
never minus the heart, just checkin’ yal’s understandin’ from the start
impart wisdom sizzle ya system twist ‘em with metaphorical chrisms
expel the demons, bring the evil to the open
over the fires of hell, I tight roped ‘em
to come back and expose ‘em
hand to hand I throws ‘em, dance ‘round the ring and body blows ‘em
I’m chosen
if you think you knows em... its doubtful
‘cuz the words needed to win this battle’s a mouthful
they’ll route you, without even lookin’ back
if you put down your guard durin’ their sporadic attack
I promise this
what’s whack will never make it past my pad
and I promise my pen is forever my comrade
with a stylo that’s tighter than you and your dad
this is my promise...
This is my promise, my lyrical honey and milk will never go bad...
Hand me a mic...
I promise that I wont bite...
Use words to incite...
With forms of lyrical might...
I promise to give yal what yal need to receive
stimulate ya mind like cerebral weed
this here’s a lyricist’s creed... this is a lyricist’s creed... this is
Verse 3
Once again its ya man comin’ from the 513
with flows that many will undoubtly
feel wholeheartedly, life has alotted me
a talent, so its my duty to cultivate it
and motivate it, until the day that I’ve made it
and all the while never berate it
I treat it like a seed of mine, nurture it with care
I’ll never sell my emcee’s soul on any of ya dares
so beware of everythin’ else you read
if they aint adherin’ to this here creed
with words and ability I shout out what needs to be
said, like 50 cent if you don’t get it, it just went over ya head
verbalizin....
Underclass risin’....
Sneak attack, surprise ‘em...
Til the day I’m dead.
I said... I promise.
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/5/the16thlettermusic.htm<audio