T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| Primal the Grand Wizard |

| 6. Mindful Lyrics (The Hood Ballad) :: The Tetragrammaton |

what does it profit a man, if he gains the world, but losses his own soul.

it takes a level head to strive thru my poverty levels

and a big heart, to forgive all the strides of the devils

it's not easy growin up where piracy's peddled

where niggas rob you in your house, decreasin privacy levels

it's my reality and i flow righteous

still know tigers

and plus i keep a gat packed that will implode vitals

i'm tryna get blessins sent in ten fold titles

my writtens dog not a belt, while i bend old rivals

cuz for me to know i'm hot i don't need ten gold vinyls

platinum or nun uh dat crap, i'm real all spinal

yeah i stand straight up, erectus hominid

check the science kid

i leave cats vexed wit lava scripts

my flow will reposition teeth a orthodontist did

potent knowledge dig, mixed mos def wit common sense

got it kid, believe that the streets aint sweat

naw the taste aint good, when they make you eat those heats

and my escape is my breath on a beat so sweet

that like the holy ghost i bring you to your feet each week

when you catch the message dog, like he's so street

but he's so nice wit writes

and his speech go reach

every head from nerds to senate seats when he's on peak

like cell phone minutes, i make niggas savor the bars

your mind's flacid, so how you niggas claimin you hard

while i'm aligned wit both sides, devil's angel wit god

i aint vanilla ice, nobody dangled the Czar

from a balcony to shout for P to hand out cheese

i got a .380 Bersa that kinda hand out flees

cuz it leave me wit a itch to bust

clip you fucks like hair cuts

so when you split those ends

make sure it's 50/50 like sperm and it splits those twin

thank god for my gift on pens

and my niggas wit the weed wit half they high get lift on gin

::Hook::

catch my drift know him

spit it great yo the lyrics is my gift flow zen

young men catch my skill it is grain facts

and you cats been wack since rakim and a A-track

rhyme scheme unorthodox so you elevate

for purpose like christ for rhyme sins yall can have prime nailed in place

claim you heavyweight, i can tell you fake

under my pressure, 2 ton cats splapped, shatter like they're featherweights

raps fail safe, aint no way to discredit me

not a journalist, no need to critique or edit me

when i write, let it be, at once i'll sever three

iron heart, lion's mane, flame body, different pedigree

been thru the deep like sharks but amphibious

jumped out profound, transformed, hail his Grand Wizard-ness

the definition of the coin, two sides

drown you wit waves of fire and water, Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Tides

life in Two Cities, Newark and Philly

street nutrients they gave me the milk like two tities

out of my infancy and now i'm a toddler walkin

wit rhymes that blow your mind and make bodies collide wit coffins

you probably ride wit sparks and

keep at your side your hawk kid

i got em paranoid in the weight room exercisin caution

most niggas a Mass-Uh-Two-Shits but aint reside in Boston

can't make the Tea Party, please doggy, you do freak hardly

textin the 4983, sheets wit meat, probably?

but let's not lose tracks like Harriet's road

i'm a Underground Capt. wit street facts who's married to flow

and go pass the cats wit weak tracks, denalis and hoes

don't write the fictitious i spit viscious, no fallacies bro

it's not a crime to use your brain don't be tamed from wit

perfect example i'm smart and hood simultaneous

not wrapped up wit the dumb rival gangs and shit

but i do keep the hollows tucked in the flame to spit

aint claimin shit, except that my games to spit

it's not my dick, cuz it's nothin that i'm playin wit

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