Mingling

It’s like farrakahn say, a new thing is happening today

It’s sweet to blaspheme beats when you ain’t got-ta pay

But the ancients stress patience. The agent knowledge ancients

If I take my time, what can I can’t spit

Don’t exist. The moment bliss, myself and I kiss

You know it’s bonafide, certified hotness

From the muthafreakin’ major deegan

To the 5 interstate. Mildly penetrate, like the khalua

Place the homogenized to bass I philosophize

Grace the demonic guys and space. I’m outta dodge

My interests include flow, love and war

The hip championship I’m thuggin’ for

So take the flyest rook’s rhyme book like a leak

And freak. Page 43: The jet beauty of the speak

Now I don’t really know but some city said

The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

What up star? Word to kenneth, we ain’t in the same

You better off spectatin’, speculatin’ the aim

Rest assured, I got the fresh mature listeners locked

On some extra-next-texturized imagery stock

Inspired by only the desire to be

The mega-interworld poster man-child for emcee

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

If this ain’t ill, dub don’t commence wit the drum fill

And it don’t take a late night to make it tight

Willie bigger than a billy squier beat but comprehends

None of what I spead

Him see-through cuz him pretend

Now I don’t really know but some city said

The grand came through, left this kid mic for dead

From the front page of final call, genocide bellowed

They ain’t understand this kid mic was made of metal

I jetted though, runnin’ for good credit of course

Cuz rap shit own my life since james brown was the source

And girls act stupidly when I be spillin’ ‘em

Text like they chest was silicon and I was feelin’ em

But they numb, dumb in the skull as I be cold getting

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim, it’s soul-splittin’

Pick up the pieces like the bread that be Jesus

With the welch’s that’s the blood

I know you felt like half a thug

When I came in the door, spit somethin’ raw

Then broke fast like we on a twenty city tour

Yo, salaam-alaikum on behalf of the move-fakin’

Who’s bacon? Biblically, it’s mine for the takin’

Technically, the recipe is unwritten

Cuz all these gun smitten rappers just be fuelin’ the era

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

Ya minglin’ wit mayhem slim

This is the grand age

Clear the stage

Recommit. Get on some other shit

You in the grand age nigga. Clear the stage

Yom-sayin’

Bounce!