Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Guru- the legend, the inspiring pioneer has died. He will be greatly, greatly missed.

I floss my rhymes like dentals

My mental’s presidential

From the wild ghetto districts to the plush residential

Essential would be the message that I send you

I meant to, elevate at every venue

Pops told me to pursue what is true

And nothing other

And each day I pave the way for troops of younger brothers

Bob your head to it.

There’s water you’ve been lead to it.

Bathe in it, a long time you’ve been craving it.

Prance to it, use your 3rd eye and glance through it.

Your state of being becoming advanced through it.

While the others rhyme with no reason I be breezin’

The mics, I’m seizin them then I try them for treason.

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