lirik lagu passionate mc – the book of forever
[intro ]
[verse 1: p-ssionate mc]
i’m the lyrical individual spitting
leaving conditions in critical ripping
it into you sicker than criminals l!cking
subliminal shots at pitiful cops
fearing you not
seeing that your miracles stop
-n-lyctical critics ridicule the lyrical spittage
survival of the fittest, rhyming with the mind of a chemist
providing the lyrics inscriving the vision
in my book of creations racing to satisfy impatient sensation
oasis of thought facing the face of god
tracing my heart to its place and its basis of start
it’s basically dark with no light
if you’re going to fight, then hold mics
something i should’ve have known my whole life
i didn’t ’till that one day he spotted me spitting
told him: ” it was a freestyle”, he said: ” you gotta be kidding.”
he said: ” something that sick just gotta be written.”
but it wasn’t, i wasn’t fronting, something’s obviously different
about p-ssion spazzing, steadily rapping
ready for action, no matter if a felony happens
i’m focused, ferocious, incredibly so sick
making syllables stretch across the track like aerobics
you know this, i’m what makes a lyricist go spit
even when people around consider him hopeless
i’m the dopest spokesman, the quotes is potent
the giant freestyling poseidon enthroned the ocean
made of words so absurd, adressing the lesson learned
arresting the best of words, investing the blessings earned
impressing the heaven terms, surpressing the devils burn
caressing my weapons firm, contesting the best you’ve heard
i’d rather fight to the top than hand over rocks
so whizz having me write on the spot was like pandora’s box
being unlocked and shattered, rocked and battered
subconscious madness, i really couldn’t stop the habit
shocked the m-sses and dropped the average
spitting and getting n-ggas addicted like rock fanatics
yea, cause i’ll be rapping with supernatural action
and using actual p-ssion to rule in radical fashion
i’m moving as an -ssasin and using lateral slashing
of my pencil like a ginsu of the tracks that i’m stashing
and i don’t even care who’s yakking
n-ggas is jacking but internally slacking
cats know the name p-ssion but don’t bother asking
for a ration of the m-ssive sk!lls that i’m wrapped in
yea, i was flashing at the age of 16
spit fiend making sh-t seem like a ripped spleen
all pain in the game, what i spits mean
i make the mix scream
but i get down with the sounds trying to live dreams
spitting sixteens, to get seen or even get signed so i can get cream
even then i had some crazy lines
i’m talking back on the track called ”crazy mind.”
y’all remember my verse on whizz’s album
my punches had cats like ” d-mn, this kid’s a problem”
i was starving, even though my flow wasn’t that sick
now i pack sh-t that’ll make your back flip
every one of my bars are hand drafted, crafted
mastered ’till the point of attachment
to the track when i’m spitting and getting it down
i’mma mix this track now as i flip it around
the king with the crown.. b-tch!
[canibus talking]
[eminem talking]
[c-ssidy talking]
[verse 2: p-ssionate mc]
i just want to be known for lyrical ability
mental agility
and touching the people feeling me spiritually
but what could it really be that makes me do this so willingly?
is it self-credibility? mental lack of stability?
i can’t figure it out,the lords k!lling me
laws drilling to the world war trilogy
the raw auxilary bars are all energy
pause and cause enemies harm like john kennedy
long melodies conform in -ssembly
along with the reckoning of orbital lecturing
i’m more than you’ll ever be
my performance is heavenly measuring bars cleverly to offer you longevity
through the sections of lines
agressive rhymes that belong to my memory
verse get you k!lled quick
when the lyrics burst, i am legend like will smith
fulfillment within a sacrifice
see, i’mma ride till i die with my active rights
you know death is just a fact of life
so in a way my steps pave through the paths of christ
i resurrected from the grave
a feathered quill made me its slave
a sworn prophet through apocalyptic days
when i’m rocking ain’t no stopping for you lames
i’m dropping constant logic cause the content of my conscious can’t be tamed
the honest topics from my brain produce a higher octave
flyer than fiber optics locked in a c-ckpit of a plane
the tonic knowledge is insane
ironic how i find a confinment for my iconic psionic alignments in the game
a telephatic philosopher
rap cartogopher
mapping accurate bars to curse the worst who fall upon his turf
and every armored verse is honored first upon a common church
to bond the words on fathers terms before they arm and conquer earth
i’m a boss with the lyrical spittage
use bars in infinite digits to prove my lyrical fitness
a witness to the gifted intelligent rhetoric lettering bettering
the eloquent etiquette for the benefit of endeavoring
for a better settlement above the competeters that i’m severing
forever clever and credited for the evidence of spitting better than veterans
i’m ahead of them, every line is a lyrical pendulum
that i’m sending them with raw raps, spitting ’till the jaw snaps
i’ve been kicking writtens since the universe was all black
” let there be light” and the plan still exists in bars
i was sp-wned as the f-cking ventriloquist of god
when i performed i would damage every vision
k!lling planetary systems with insanitaty rhytms
just to vanish every victim, my actions void health
whipping n-ggas -sses with an asteroid belt
m-ssive joys felt when i torture sh-t
i’m using every death sentence for my horror script
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