Paragraph paralyzer rhythmic aristocrat
|
Mister rap it's the gift of gab about to twist your caps
|
Swift the fist so fast fury worry hit the switch ya ass
|
Its 'n bits 'n fragments so midget quit this diss ya ass
|
Sit ya ass down while I rip the tracks and spit the facts
|
Hit the grass, green, brown, or purple I'm the diplomat
|
Rip your raps, really you don't get the math
|
Just to have, grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that
|
Fire breathing, rhyme heathen, kidnap your mental black
|
Hijack your fly dap or con head your intellect
|
Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, mind gaps
|
Blind from their eyes back, send ya back crying act
|
Up pencil pad, my utinsil grab thine attention
|
Get hit so bad with two jitsu stabs I abid you
|
And if you rap I'ma send you back rappin in a tavern
|
If you mad kid it's just too bad
|
Tell 'em it's the..
|
|
paragraph president
|
And it's official you can hear the cheer coming up
|
paragraph president
|
I want to thank you all for attending my inaugural ball
|
paragraph president
|
as a special treat this evening
|
I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us
|
|
Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?"
|
Government officials put taps on my mobile phones
|
Nations overthrown hold my own on my zone
|
prone to leave your dome blown poem after poem homes
|
Jones for the tones rome with me turn your motor on
|
Overall this war just just got it goin on
|
Overgrown child never growin old so when knows pokin notes
|
Till the never nose ho overdose
|
On my flows those flows goes deep
|
Hold your nose bros knows foes yo don't sleep
|
slow your row, show my soul, total hold
|
Domination don't ya know
|
Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal robodome
|
It's the..
|
|
paragraph president
|
He's been sweeping the nation with a hard hitting campaign
|
paragraph president
|
As a politician he regards himself as a national (?)
|
paragraph president
|
and so mister president we urge you to do something about the deplorable
|
state of our nation
|
|
I pledge allegiance to the pen and the pad
|
And the mic and (?) of America
|
And to the republic, kiss my ass
|
Thugs fakin, actin hard to get this killer beef that was given to me
|
I must bust for all
|
|
Leave your city burnin like Gamera
|
Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera
|
And I'm a animal animator landin a
|
Blow cleaning clocks nothing left for the janitor
|
Punching through your granite a good will ambassador
|
From another planet I could kill and smash ya up
|
And it won't stop and I can't stop (?)
|
Can erupt and it does had enough amateur?
|
A rammin ya feel the goats horns slammin ya
|
Ham it up every single time that I stand in a
|
Crowd of emcees backin up when I'm actin up
|
On a frenzy after ya yellin, "that's enough!"
|
And it tempts me, that it does, and I'm glad it does
|
When I flip see spatula style's stackin up
|
Many big threes rappers on never catchin up
|
Passin up, ride passenger, is it black enough?
|
Spectacular! Now you know who's attackin ya
|
Crackin up mashin ya top mind capturer
|
I'm the..
|
|
paragraph president
|
|
-----------------
|
Paragraph President
|
| Blackalicious |
