BORN TO RULE

Yeah..... I heard you rhyme,

From the very first line taking bits from mine.

How about it, you don't live the life, the culture...

Scavenger, beginner, rat, vulture!

You can walk the walk and talk the talk,

Act like you're living on the streets of America.

Face the fact, the code is cracked,

The scene attacked and everybody's on my case now.

How I rhyme is how I speak,

That means it's all unique, more than magnifique

You sound like you been sleeping, my styles I'm keeping

Into the next trend you're creeping

Slowly, steadily, piece by piece

You’re breaking up, you lack expertise, energy.

One more thing and we call it taste,

So I might have to take it right back to the old days.

While we're at it leave the mic, come on child

Drop the mic..... Come back in five years.

You ain't ready! I doubt you'll ever be ready!

Go home, give it some time, grow up.

Get a job, live a life. Shut up about guns and knives

And drugs, why fantasise?

I just came to entertain. No lies or politics

Eh we're all in the same game.

Of all the emcees that walk the earth there's only a handful

That were born to rule.

So even though I seen years fly by ... I'm still standing,

Don’t try to get your hand in.

Feel the tension, in a world where rap is a drop in the ocean

... I cause commotion.

Word of mouth my only real promotion.

Radio trying to kill me slow,

Strictly audio, no money for the video.

I made a promise to my son I'm a keep!

No matter how rough it gets I'll make it

Dangerous if you're ever on the same stage...

I got nothing to lose, you been warned!!

You're no contest. To the mic I'm a man possessed,

To the game of rap I'm blessed

Pause the tape, rewind and digest.....

Your styles don't move me! Your beats are dead,

My plans run smoothly. I'm the earthquake.

On the raptoscale I clock maximum...

Feel the tremor, lights get dimmer.

Crowds adapt, the mind of an artist you never can match,

Many more thoughts are stashed.

Crews yelling out mayday, anyway...

Read the ad, it's me heading your way.

The vision of me the emcee holding mics to my chest

Breaking any adversary.

You're the breeze, I'm the storm, lightning, thunder, thinker,

Everything in one, you're under

Pressure ... "The Human Hurricane" struck again!

The man they couldn't tame.

They claim they know my itinerary...

When all they had was a review and a summary,

A picture to frame, to keep for years

In remembrance of the day when we came.

The mic holder, more mature and wiser and older

The brain moulders.

Ordinary ... mission is verse for verse

Soon to be the legendary, find, bury.

Time and time again, the heavyweight stays low down

And low key, you don't see me.

What's next? ... A sudden impact of lyrics as a reflex

Combined with decks.

A matter of time, keep it in mind, the sign.

The rhyme designed to stand the test of time.

Formula, self designed, memorised, destroyed

Now it's a secret, classified.

I'm gonna have to kill you if I tell you...

Back to the essence, move from my presence.