Grits — Alcoholic Plagiarism

[VERSE 1] Embrace this wisdom and witness my construction on beats Spiritualism verbalized, containing evil's deceit Other emcees intentions being exposed in time Abominations when they life ain't like they say in their rhymes If it is total depiction, opposition shows face Mentally raping minds of people living in desperate states Keep it tight, the things you claim in videos and on tape Where I'm from, fronting .. Verbal disgrace to a nation of intelligent race Fertilization to theory, stereotypes create Therefore will not implore my interjections word play Play rough like project kids with new neighbors who got more stuff Riches won't help you then, when Judgment Day is in place 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 6-1-5 we strive to be blameless With benevolence as evidence My claim to fame is righteousness [HOOK] Don't stop (don't) don't stop (and it won't) And it won't stop (won't) won't stop (cause it don't) My writing, is like a party, inviting, to see quite clearly Proper lighting, tricky to the eye as UFO sightings They're classified means they're glassy eyed [VERSE 2] I come in like visitors displaying my creations RSVP invitations to destinations Delegated to educate men 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 power's divine intertwined and mixed manifested I'm double breasted with the plate of righteousness Sin confessed it With shields of faithfulness block distractions Captured captives, illustrated, I've demonstrated Player hated though I told you before My style was complicated, undebated and underrated [VERSE 3] 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 a cypher, now I'm on it In the mix like vanilla extract The Hip-Hop relief like Ex-Lax Tip top condition prop me top notch Bounce around the beat like hop scotch A real enhancer A lot been changed since DC dancer [VERSE 4] Rewinding my tape, analyzing the moves I make From the pocket, use my blast from the 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 degrees (that's halfway) And like lady emcees with the high pitched voice ... Snapple and apple pours .. Beat biter, dope style taker I 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 copywriter Adrenaline hits infinity and beyond