Akua Naru - Rhyme Ryder's High lyrics

Rock! Woo rock!
Hey, uh huh rock!
Uh uh, huh, huh

Yo, can't take the credit for the verse alone
The poem expelled the moment I'm
Released from the zone
Blood and bones on the page
My muse an old slave on the other side
Dyin' to compensate for her
Centuries in chains
Whisper the ways to move my pen, I black out
Journey within
Return with a metaphor to burn your skin hot
Rock the stage
Leave the crowd James Brown-type amazed
Till I'm back again, grab the pen
Callin' for Mary-Jane
Take a hit of the passion
Right hand dance sporadic
Fiendin' for release, leave my
Mark on napkins, brown paper bags
Till your ears tattered
Watch the source walk magic
Born in the thought's attic
Became a song on the album
The hot orgasmic time passes
I forget the atlas tap dance between rounds
Resort to lose balance
Write till my fingertips bruised, callused
Palms clap, the true talent
Dramatic as Hugh Jackman
Hold on, the muse writin'

I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa
I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write
A world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors a world of drastic measures
Better grab your pens, whoa
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa
I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write
A world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors
In a world of drastic measures
Better grab your pens and let's go

Yo, no water calm the flame
Ain't sleep or eat in days
Ridin' the wave high since I
Wrote the last page
Spirit talkin' up, five in the morning
Callin' my mother
Forcin' her to listen to the verse
I wrote for this recording
Called in a trance romance
Similes at first glance
Like black bodies articulate the
Music through dance
And let the pen rant and rave
Each line chant my rage
Sinner or sage, free of cage
Bird singin' my pain
Merge with the lyrical darin'
To punctuate me, period
Pray when I reach menopause
The flow still serious sit tight
I'm walkin' with you offerin' insight
Flavor like young Malcolm rockin'
Zoot suit's with pinstripes
Protagonist's immaculate, midnight
Attack of the windpipe
My pen strike, you know what they end like
Hip-hop's main character, JD salinger
Catcher in the rhyme high calibre
Who the fuck want to challenge? Huh
Now, now
Now who the fuck want to challenge? Huh
Hey, hey and who the fuck
Want to challenge? Huh, uh
Now, now, now who the fuck want it?
And who the fuck want to challenge? Huh

I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa
I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write
A world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors a world of drastic measures
Better grab your pens, whoa
I got the rhyme ryder's high, whoa
I got the feelin' inside
I think that I could write
A world without drive-bys
For revolutionaries, truth-tellers
The ancestors a world of drastic measures
Better grab your pens and let's go

Rock! Rock! Hey
Rock! Hey, uh uh, huh, rock
Yeah, uh
You better grab your pens and let's go!