Glory

I bet My second time gon be better than my first
Like a son born a Junior but HE broke the family curse
Like the Terminator sequel... ask about me
Bet they'll tell you T1000 and determined to delete you
The earth still trembles when I speak
Copper colored skin I'm resembling a chief
Aura is divine like a temple full of priests
Leave esoteric residue and symbols on a beat
Torture is my fetish I'm aroused from the pain
Bet you if I shed a tear then these clouds do the same
My unmatched pace cause commotion with the fellas
And since I'm more wavy got the ocean getting jealous
Ain't no mountain high enough my plans never plummet
Might cause an avalanche when I stand at the summit
Hottest with the lines since my chakras been aligned
Acknowledge I'm refined, still polishing ya mind
My posture is divine

Glory glory, ha-llelujah
I'm the hottest emcee y'all is Basura
How many of you fake rap dudes I gotta diss
Before you realize I shoot and don't miss

Wish I could time travel just to prove the things I say I did
I'd watch the Big Bang while my headphones was Bangin BIG
Tell Charles Darwin a buncha things that he didn't think
Ain't looking for no common ancestor or no missing link
Start a revolution couldn't settle as a slave
And teach Plato's allegory cuz the ghettos like that cave
We living ina maze to suburbanites amazement
They so intrigued so it leads to gentrification raised rents
Since age ten, maybe a year younger
Used to watch the nightly news and see how they fear mongered
Make the elders hate the youth, make a lie into the truth
Push political agendas make the red hate the blue
I should be triple platinum if lyrics could run charts
Or A minimum of 3.5 like a gun charge
But still I'm hot enough to leave the sun scarred
And I'm still in my glory my beauty is unmarred

Glory glory, ha-llelujah
I'm the hottest emcee y'all is Basura
How many of you fake rap dudes I gotta diss
Before you realize I shoot and don't miss



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Drakes
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