5.Emcee

You claim to be an Emcee
Do you overstand what it means to be
Master of Ceremonies Move the Crowd
Mic Checka Forecast the Weather
Any and all conditions we bring the people together
With or without squad they listen every syllable
Lyrical guided missiles Masterpiece the Canvas
Promote balance deliver attention
Expose opposing forces that exist within
Focus; you seem to project images not the elements
Hip Hop! DJin', MCin', Breakin', Graffiti
The knowledge you see it
The very reason every sector is sectioning off the ceiling
Neglecting what isn't seceding we still breathing
History repeating to show itself bleeding
Through the cracks of the fractal
Believe in the vision until you see it
Never limited to division we multiply
No matter the context we think different
Add the necessary minus the fabric present
Purpose with a passion pick apart the perception
Wordsmith language from the heart inject
Direct energy forward step back reflect
Battle for equality at the cost of your neck
Throat-strangled-reflex tragedy with a strange twist
Comedy drama once you find a place to be safe with your lies
Here to wake you from disguise

Trapped in the fortress running for light
Rhyme like a 45; pen with a sight
Snatch down the portrait WANTED: On Mic
Reward for the formless walking through life
Obvious dumb or blind can't speak the mind why do I bother
Diction picking the playbill mixing fiction wishing got licking like vixen
Entangled up in a strangle fifty thousand innocent
Flipping on syndicate nation of illiterates strip it down consider
Time for the mind intertwine diligent find that simple sign
I bow to a shadow allow thought to be fallow before shallow
Truth fly with the sparrow sooth like arrows
Barrow the wheel before getting peeled by the road I feel your pain
Run to be safe need a break fate is opportunity
Unity bait lookin' tasty foolish me
Who it be fluidly tryna ruin knew it be the cool
After tooling up in the box I thought do it
Start it it"ll get harder
Brought up to be honest
Anyone can be the martyr
Far east to the Americana
Sacrificial to soul more than what seems
More than senses or eyes will ever perceive
Feel get the real scene theory pain pleasure feel me
Harmony homing in megahertz with the word
Seeking to enjoy what could be worse
In love with emotion too much when I'm floating
Remotely fulfilled becoming known within
Hold the pen remold it
Send your quotient of potent
Lend an ear sent to enter fear
Harbor the near or the far
Yonker the Lost Art cast degree oversea angling motion
Without a creed a need to be hopeless
I mean coasting on a tree hollowed into a boat
We had to ponder now it's possible to float
Most sink succeeding is needed measure
Pleasure turns better friend brethren
Letter from head of sin might say let em in
Then it's oceans of fish living heavenly catch thrown
He told to she told selling fish to each other selfish goals retold
In order to achieve fortune and fame many go overboard today
People can't be who they R
Afraid of the step in the depth beyond
What's seen through eyes of men tryna be God

Whatever you call it spiritual thought, I'm here
Don't take me hard get off your shelf
Dust off define your true meaning
We're too often blinded by this act in the scene
When it calls when the curtain falls
We're the only one left to find
Inside I Rise. The Master of Ceremonies