Rare Breed

Yeah, let's get real acquainted, flows hard as the pavement
Far as basic, my aim in the game's, through complication
Food for thought tast it, ain't it amazing?
God MC, whose hard as me, rumble real looks, in the mob like me
Get stuck by Timb boots, on the robbing spree
Keep thinking ya'll me, tough as teflon
I won't bleed, squeeze til I'm empty
My enemies resent me, since peep it
A player's potential, playing my pussy while they sleeping
Prepare for the worse, or a hearse, do it or cremate it
However you gon' take it, stand a chance of leaving here naked
Where I was raised in, new killers who made the sacrifice
Died trying, to show a nigga, how to cherish life
Walk around at night, packing a pistol
Cuz niggas get got for doing this shit I'm into
I got rap skills, I'm spitting what I've been through
Clear as crystal, in Detroit, we get physical
One dimensional, gully, gutter or gangsta
On every block, some spots, somebody selling weed or rocks
Caught on the wrong side, weave them shots
Cuz they coming from all directions, breathe & stop
Tuck and roll, turn around, bust ya chrome
And that's on the walk home, in my city, fo' sho
Learned how to shoot, at a early age, be a drug dealer
Make skrilla, cuz time's real, relate to some niggas

I remember gear for days, shift with them grimey ways
Bullets thru the pope's robe, if I ain't ate that day
Became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation
No hesitation, when the crowd of locust pellets came in
I walk with Abraham, through the ghettos and slums
My mentals is numb, my pencils help thaw the glaciers
The way words work and circle through ya third eye
My rhymes bird eye, could see the snakes in the turf line
I search burnt minds, with walking through desert Isles
Only to find the streets run as long as the Nile
Be stronger, how? We can never move all this concrete
Til blond streets, lead us to God's bronze feet
We'll be tusslin' on corners, musclin' owners
Cussin' out foreigners, mourners cry, watching funeral workers
Word to Thelma from Good Times
My mind's a rhyme library the size of a high rise

Yo, I'm a rare breed, you won't dare scheme
I blow a hole through ya speakers, and watch ya snares bleed
I spot and stare at fiends til they capillaries clean
Rhyme on the top of ferris wheels, until the beams lean
I settle street dreams, show you their nightmares
Peddle ice stares, so jagged that they dice pairs
Where angus beef lands after hands are slaughtered
Ward street marauders, sailing hardships thru life's harbors
Through hell or high water, low tide or heaven's gates
Escape like seven freight trains, holding onto weight
Like anaconda snake, a man who tarnish saints
Certainly fakes, get stomped into surgery dates
The Ghetto's my toothpick, I spit candid hell scenes
My thought for food stay warm like handheld machines
With simple precision, I paint stills of the living
Build with the villains, dope fiends, and the victims