Held By Medusa'd Hands

Welcome to the wanderin' preacher show
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Saunter feature beats
Held 'em with a steamin' flow
Reachin for the hot doh seldom
Truthful leaders leakin' from a pot of god
Not out of the autotune crack spot:
Auto-view has been flow that has lots
Then there was him

Handles mandibles clenchin
Mentions how he can ramble with less tension
Writes entire pipes of chalk
Hit the side walk for the l that's bought
Hip-hop messages he sent em
Goose first reborn kid from a Hirsch then dropped
Loose curse from his forehead to verbs words, rap nerds learn first to latch a temper
Look Urkel, the cops!
Corner nook shirt pull, hes locked
Might'a thought 'i should'a been brought up like them folks in the tv box'
Lever dropped molten, that's what was told to the mold of his cast links masses of mink so cold cuz they atomically pass heat
Pay honor to the last treat
Always rise never sink

The top of his stature mastered sonnets that leaked
Shaman resembled Drahmin after fatality
Only speak to those who know the cheat code sheet
Master of the GameShark when a ceremony meets
Property tax found to be the same as rent fees
Facts made him crazier than when it was 3 am at Denny's
Libel lib writ in midst of his crib when he's interrupted, you're greeted so friendly

Ease of teeming meets words caressed you gently
Slow like an old Bentley
Losin' some weight when he ran like Jet Li
Never met police cuz intuition was an ease
Clever so he was Told to speak
From spirits far beyond from where our eyes could meet
He went to climb on down the base of the tree
Hotei came to help him find his words
Rhetoric so clean for sure
Disinfected the cutting room floor like Louie pasture
Faster to demonstrate
Master of ceremony
Hopped up the scape
With varied spiritual takes
First two letters of his name will take your mothafuckin' breath away
Play tapes to placate,
Man help,
Hand held until his adversary's face was grape
Price inflation like a Costco chicken bake
Height of sights,
Bright light,
A time was left to break
Broken watch is what you fuckin' taste
Taught without hearing bout or signing waivers
Shaman, calm, spark never dim, surrounded by pages
Crumbled out those pockets
Stumbled when he predicted the fall wind
A Kabalion statement, master of spoken word and reliving many of past sin
that's him
Switch the incense stick, only burn it in the morning
Smoke thick dependent, only to those who were sworn in
Thought about it, rowdy sounding, mind is cloud tinted grey
Cypher rhymer combined with the soul of a ghost writer
His conception was tighter because it was rare to find at that age