Thoughts of the Thoughtful (Lp
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Start with the BOOM!
That's a sound from the stuff that we puff
It's magic, I'm draggin' a funk to doom
And still refrain from bein' bluffed
The tough gets snuffed for bein' lame
We men claim to be all that, fall back
I'll get wit'cha, all that
Mad, frontin' like they really are close to me
But I'm prone to roast a poser like I'm supposed to be
Toast to me, and only me
Put your cups together for the clever
Competition I'm dissin' with no limits
'Cause I collapse your sack straps like Nimitz
Once I get in it, all wit' my soul and
I believe I deceive just to leave your ears swollen
Stolen styles are booty to me
Removin' smooth men ain't no duty to me
Moody I could be but I don't flex
The brother with flows goes up in more holes than Kotex
I gotcha, like Joe Tex
Come check ya glossary, 'cause I gots to be
The bombast, supreme vocalist
I scream, "Folks!" with this versification, signed, Kas
When it comes to ones who bend shit
Men get offended, guns do amend your mind state
Wait I'm the bullseye, now hit this
Aim your arrow and there go your fitness
Wit' this, blow the swiftest
Know, yo, get this flow fast as
Kas is, never hittin' ashes
Gettin' clever as this
Genius, clean is, tracks are into theme it's
Goin' to cost you
You lost to, the master, at last the
Mask'll peak the hard shit in a
Jeep, or whatever you hear me flow
Whether Walkman or stereo, people wanna hear me flow
And so I kicks one, tricks but
Clones are known to break a brother bad, for all his style
So now I think I, need a rest from
Wanderin' and start ponderin'
Chime within and send a message to the best wit'
To switch from rags to rags