The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it At 12 I experiment with sentences containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode cooking up pots of gold, the impossible I would care about my plant, lock down my pad with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique came from the heart, my other style was more dark Some books was lost, techniques were picked up by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike Never heard on the mic, only if I felt you deserved the light and GZA told them I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean through the weak promotion and I did but it caused tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword The first time was sweet, RZA said, “Give them more” Wisdom poured in the class by myself So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test So I would just beat on my desk A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour Now he doesn’t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi [Chief Kamachi] Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break Messiah’s word will reach a monumental state Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper’s superhero cape Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy ‘Microphone Fiend’ didn’t know the **** had me And every talent show I wanted it next Back in Philly the top group was 100X I said I’d invent, study and want to perplex Me and Priest violate classic, what’s coming next? We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks Wise ancient mystery crooks
The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it At 12 I experiment with sentences containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode cooking up pots of gold, the impossible I would care about my plant, lock down my pad with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique came from the heart, my other style was more dark Some books was lost, techniques were picked up by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike Never heard on the mic, only if I felt you deserved the light and GZA told them I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean through the weak promotion and I did but it caused tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword The first time was sweet, RZA said, “Give them more” Wisdom poured in the class by myself So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test So I would just beat on my desk A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour Now he doesn’t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi [Chief Kamachi] Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break Messiah’s word will reach a monumental state Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper’s superhero cape Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy ‘Microphone Fiend’ didn’t know the **** had me And every talent show I wanted it next Back in Philly the top group was 100X I said I’d invent, study and want to perplex Me and Priest violate classic, what’s coming next? We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks Wise ancient mystery crooks
