Lyrical Gunplay

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Begin Demystify the mummy within If you ain't hotep then ho step, I'll step to your friend Parable of the wind Blew black through to the end Endless night, kicks and fights against time and her friends Slowly day and night blend Twilight takes form and then Open sky sprouts an eye: solo, singular, sin Downward glance, upward grin Half the women are men Children born of the morn grow until daylight's end Children born of the wind Take the night as their friend Starlit sky, many-eyed wonder of the within Fear: original sin Death: nowhere near the end Once upon break o'dawn's early Lyte: Paper Thin Now where my hoes and my pimps at? I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back And all my children who run 'way And beware of the lyrical gunplay The corner coroner I smoke for weeks Dead Pan, like dead man, through chimney peaks I streak the skyline I blew through bird High notes. I space float. I'm lost for words The storefront preacher The Sunday best The dangling cross between legs, on chest The country farmer The hoedown champ The rhythmic armor. The cosmic dance The buck and gully The native son Bigger and Deffer. The freshest one The sewed-in creases The flavored twills The confidence snorted through dollar bills The "Fuck I care for?" The boldface lie The been there and done that. The do or die The dirty dirty The filthy clean Thugged out and nerdy. No in between Now where my hoes and my pimps at? I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back And all my children who run 'way And beware of the lyrical gunplay The blackest berry The sweetest juice That complex NGH born of simple truth The solar/polar The chosen side The black face mammy of the bluest eye The battered woman The dream deferred Now caught up and paid in full, that's my word The jungle brother The sly and stone Rock hard, NGH. Give a dog a bone The marrow's marrow The newest breed The headline merger between word and deed The search for balance A quest for peace A tribe called NGH. NGH WHT, the chief The distant lover The close-up clown The iced-out grill with the screw-face frown A wealth of violence A violent wealth You caught up, NGH, better watch your health Now where my hoes and my pimps at? I dosie-do heel-toe 'fore I lean back And all my children who run 'way And beware of the lyrical gunplay The beat is dope though The junkie nod The use of breakbeats to beat the odds The odds are even I paper rocks Rocks smash scissors. NGHs trigger Glocks The blackend target The dick-long chain NGHs kill NGHs in Jesus' name