Equational MC - Lexical Tendencies

Precision spittin when lifted, my eyes a bit shifty
The goal in life to get it poppin' and lit, like Fifty
Big Little City with drifters in it, I'm lookin pretty when composin' ditties
Intersectin' em a little with riddles until they witty

It's true I got the itch to rip it
Still catchin' visuals, it's how I used to stay trippin'
Not talkin' buggin' but rather that I harness an inner vision
Biochemically, the impetus is phospholipids

The track, I'll lace it with a fiddle, kid
Whittle it, til it's sculpted down to figures deep inside the middle
Until then, the vision, it'll need to stay hidden
Hittin grass then makin' a splash, like I'm skinny dippin'

Like back in the day, marched in step out in East Moriches
A mic beast grabbin' cash now, a magnet for riches
I'm the baddest twistin' blunts up, fetch me a Phillies
Now all you rabbits and fishes could get hunted and quickly

You sour pickles too prickly while I'm like Don Rickles
Sweet in the middle, but could hit you with a wit to kill ya
With more take downs and punchlines of late to hate now
There's too many to state now and it's no debate

I'll straight deflate you like some tires with loads overweight
Just received a nice alignment, my axis is straight
And if you ask me, I'm straight, no complication
I'll contemplate it from here out to Wisconsin packin' Bronson weight

I'll rock from here to Wisconsin packin' Bronson weight
When I drive long distance, I gotta concentrate
Bump Action, Ghost, Rae, mostly played out my little speakers
But come stroke the beard, it's mostly gray

In fact white and '17's when I spat upon mics the first night
I keep the equalization bright
I do the mixing, I fix the sonic licks up into position by listenin'
Add some touches in that's simply missin'

A little echo is good to go with how I always check it
The poetry elicit vibes so you gotta respect it
Respect the necklace, it reminds me of my effervescence
I'm kinda a designer, rhymin' and samples I'm findin'

You trample blindly through time, and maybe then you'll find me
I spent my last dime on tapes with rhymes that stymied
Perplexed and vexed me, now I'm throwin hexes quite heavy
You wreck your Chevy, my Porsche is in metallic red

Precision spittin' when lifted, my eyes a bit shifty
The goal in life to get it poppin' and lit, like Fifty
Big Little City with drifters in it, I'm lookin' pretty
Composin' ditties, intersectin' em a little bit with riddles til they witty

It's true I got the itch to rip it
Still catchin' visuals from how I used to stay trippin'
Not talkin' buggin' but rather that I harness an inner vision
Biochemically, the impetus is phospholipids

Still catchin' visuals from how I used to stay trippin'
Not talkin' buggin' but rather, I harness inner vision

Feeling like it was meant to be
Steppin' in the big arena where nobody ever defending me
Got all these lessers that's friendin' me
Tryna write a premature endin' to my lexical tendencies

The future best, they could mention me
EMC, the cat with the fat sacks, you could've like, went to see
Usually you could find me bent on trees
So when I spit it, catch me at my last breath like I'm spent on breeze

If I go on a tour, I'll just travel and spit
Stories of glory and horror, how I unravel it
My curse is a gift, a baggage, I am saddled with it
So predatory in battle, slaughtering cattle and shit

I think in indelible ink, so it don't smudge
The path is narrow, many fellas, they can't trudge
So don't judge it when the plot I keep nudging along
I nurse a grudge, it gets plugged in a song, uh

I'm stretchin' lexical tendencies
That's why it's written in destiny, I felt it was meant to be
Respect the lexical tendencies
It was meant to be, that's why it's written in destiny

E, nobody got it fresher than me
The versatility is showin', I'm a flexible g
I stretch the digits on keys, I spit it frigid til you hit with the breeze
Won't ever quit, I get as lit as I please

See, these panoramas filled with glitter and sleaze
Lovely ladies left and right like John Ritter on Three's Company
I'm like sinkin' some threes
It ain't a longshot though, I got it locked, these twits on they knees

Written by:
Dennis Donaghy

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