Grits - Alcoholic Plagiarism lyrics

Embrace this wisdom and witness
My construction on beats
Spiritualism verbalized
Containing evil's deceit
Other emcees intentions being exposed in time
Abominations when they life ain't like
They say in their rhymes
If it is total depiction
Opposition shows face
Mentally raping minds of people
Living in desperate states keep it tight
The things you claim in videos and on tape
Where I'm from, fronting
Verbal disgrace to a nation
Of intelligent race
Fertilization to theory, stereotypes create
Therefore will not implore my
Interjections word play
Play rough like project kids with new
Neighbors who got more stuff
Riches won't help you then
When Judgment Day is in place only life
A sacrifice attain salvation by grace
My words go beyond the
Outer boundaries of flesh
These recitals be vital to anatomic fortress
In the 6-1-5 we strive to be blameless
With benevolence as evidence
My claim to fame is righteousness

Don't stop (don't) don't stop (and it won't)
And it won't stop
(won't) won't stop (cause it don't)
My writing, is like a party, inviting
To see quite clearly proper lighting
Tricky to the eye as UFO sightings
They're classified means they're glassy eyed

I come in like visitors
Displaying my creations
RSVP invitations to destinations
Delegated to educate men about salvation
With installations of devastation
Arouse more emotions than Tony
When touching grammar
My vocal stamina is like the
Gift of strength to Samson
The power's divine intertwined
And mixed manifested
I'm double breasted with the
Plate of righteousness sin confessed it
With shields of faithfulness
Block distractions
Captured captives, illustrated
I've demonstrated
Player hated though I told you before
My style was complicated
Undebated and underrated

Bone, real smooth
Coming off the head like wigs
Big are my crowds, loud to vocals
Intermingling with pockets jingling
Singling out opponents
A circle, form a cypher, now I'm on it
In the mix like vanilla extract
The Hip-Hop relief like Ex-Lax
Tip top condition prop me top notch
Bounce around the beat like hop scotch
A real enhancer
A lot been changed since DC dancer

Rewinding my tape, analyzing the moves I make
From the pocket, use my blast from the past
To make your future rocket
Calm your jets buddy, Jiminy Christmas
Hand cuff my ears while
Restraining all my listeners
On the back half of back draft
Catching wind burns
And then turn 180 degrees (that's halfway)
And like lady emcees with
The high pitched voice

Snapple and apple pours
Beat biter, dope style taker
I distort your body like a
New York City breaker
(Look at me, look at me, I did this to you)
Tired of being slighted by my copywriter
Adrenaline hit's infinity and beyond