7 Pounds

(专辑： Pro Tools - 2008)

[Verse 1]
Speaking of this art form this slang is dangerous
MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us
Fighting to reach the egg
Biting and loose a leg
Odds are like one in ten million, a thin thread
One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
the other 999 imitates without choice
Never even knowing it
until the going gets
Rough
See the amplified sample I've flowing with
I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens
See the rocket's red glare like the guns a' clapping
They steel cage matching MC's is scrapping
Not the UFC but my opponent's tapping
So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
I was sent as the savior to revive what was sacred
Also stop this uncalled-for behavior
Sylphic rap cats they lack taste and flavor

[Chorus]
Got word from the wise to let it drop
Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because, regardless to whom or what
even with doors shut
I'm giving 'em straight raw you're bringing 'em more cut
Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
Rap so outta shape and far from tip-top
Pearls next to pebbles
Spoons against shovels
Dictators next to rebels and
Gods against Devils.

[Verse 2]
No time for backwards thinking let's think ahead,
If you wanna sleep when you awake, then make your bed
A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals
Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils
These cutting edge methods from the most specialized
Craftsmen, the last minute before the vessel flies
The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart
Your ear love to hear the god rip the track apart
To me hip hop is like Einstein to science;
A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance
Complex individual that you dream of being
Intellectual charlatan, the all-high-seeing
Got an appetite for heat so then come and bite the beat,n'
Digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat.

[Chorus]