Poor Penmanship

Vs1

Should i -have the more well known emcees on this release

Or maybe bring a new voice for the audience to meet

I could have the most radio friendly hooks and flows

But now know yall aint my friends in a minute turn foe

Because of the intrikit ways- the infinite displays

How my cadence moves and what my spirit has to say

I'ma tunnel rat - i'm a lip creatin' beats

I'm verbal combat - when challenged on these streets

I'ma meddafore - i don't sell in gospel stores

I'm milk crate - filled with 808's and beat breaks

Thought i told yall - but yall never really listened

I aint here to bring unity - i was sent to cause division

And from that - some will get this highly twisted

Low lifes who open they mouths and start dissin'

Without really hearing - the message now communicated

The vs being finished - now you can all start hatin'

Vs2

I've combined my words with a passion that's rarely seen

Brought to the extreme length it's hard to catch a glimpse

Yes indeed i make the last minute stretch to fit my ability

And i'm realizin' now - i need a whole day's time

Infinitely, i make my rounds - 360 complete

Alleviate my bad dreams by never falling asleep

The insomniac on break beats yall never want to meet

Seize ya whole compound to imprison ya whole fleet

Endulge in stress matches spar with self esteem

I'm far from being conerned with being hard by industry

Standardz commander in chief

Keep my vessel clean - supremly spotless i got this m.i.

C. held too tight - thats why my words is sloppy when i write

For my eyes only and sound to recite

So if this truth is not for you - keep steppin smith

I hold rich words to serve out - poor penmanship

Vs3

I am now concerned about the after life - before death

Born into a dead world to speak life thru text,

My rep, my steps and every exhaling breath

To make sure my name is displayed in the lambs book

Arranged in heavenly letters - put togetha in fine thought

Across golden lines - cuz my soul'ez been bought

Sold to the highest bidda - who's blood stained cross

Freed the shackled mind - and made me a nine

Even tho i hold no cuss words - i swear on his promise

To return like a thief - and lay claim to the meek

I speak on topics relavant to earth worms of sorts

And unsheeth the written sword - of 66 books

Take a look - as we pass these last days at high speeds

We indeed are in need of these tr emceez

Now free to release - his word over beats

Sev statik - poor penmanship - til the ink depletes