Stereo Bible



Lord help me

Who really know me

who just desert me

Them bitches all phoney

I ain't a saint often deep in the paint

Going off on a Muthafucka

Cant weaken the frame

They call me a weaklink

Hate on my clothing

Hate on my singing

Anything I'm bringing

got ya girl smiling

Phone dialing

Hidden in the rhyming

Metaphors -now silence

I taught you how to do this underground

Hustle now

Don't get too for ya britches

Stupid ass bitches

Don't even use the four track

Without saying my name

Three times like hail Mary

Ya first album was demo mang

That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts

That's a true artist

Blend it all up

Shake us it all with it so powerful written

My bible is my stereo

Back to the beginning





Lord help me

I'm a make em see me

This Grown ass MC

Producer of dope beats

That has been the soundtrack

To those who live in the underground

That knew about the journeymen

And how we built a legend how



Things exist

putting ya heart in it



But never forget

where you came from

That's a real bitch

Thinking you the shit

Cuz you smell like it

Flush that bust back abstract

Flashbacks yeah dats Wack

Why don't you be a real cat

Or the dogs will come out

Chewing up the whole track

Spit it out like a panthers gat

Take that

Splitting ya medulla

Cerebelum lyracism

To the wise

Rest to ya girls thighs

As she gets on down

All my people need to rise

All the lies fantacise