Equational MC - Porsche

With horsepower infinite, I'm on a different course of riffin raw shit
I floor it like a Porsche
Riffin' raw shit, I'm on a different course
With the horsepower infinite, floorin' it
My grind the best, earn respect cuz the rhymes is fresh
I crush pests with they hearts pumpin' under they vests
I give em stress, now they end up in a wonderful mess
Call me the best out in the American West, yes
Rinse your style with nonfiction, diction enriching
Fuel the fire, then unleash it on these little nitwits
My grammar city to country kids, the urban planner
Drama managin' to make you stammer til you clamor up
The gold panner, slick salamander hidden in dust
I'll wander up, crush it up like a Hammer and such
Not a slouch with a mic and you can hear me yammer
Far from amateur when gutter without a hint of glamour
It's down and dirty like a used bandana
And I use no manners when I rap without parameters
And I ain't mad at ya, ya need follow my diameter
But it's too much for you to monitor
I'm so opposed to those who on it slow, contaminated
I'll slay every hater, layin' in wait and fakin'
They blush ruddy too much, I play bass, Duff Mckagan
The 80s gave us Reagan, so pay attention here we go again
This lesson never misdirects you
You feel crunchy cuz you never quite reach the fences
You in a coma dude, totaled bro, totally over
I'm thirsty now lemme open this soda
With horsepower infinite, I'm on a different course
Of riffin raw shit, I floor it like a Porsch-e
Kickin raw shit, I'm on a different course with horsepower infinite
Floor it like a Porsche
I've many lessers, yes my skills quite frankly, the best
They called it cripple, left your lungs then you fresh out of breath
Out of success, they pulled you off the air like Falcon Crest
My breath fresh, I brush with Crest, my flusher pressed
It's time to learn facts, you shouldn't press my rep
My mind's eye shines and then you confounded and blind
Its divine timely, now you want back the limelight?
Draw hard, I pack it kinda tight
Stoned and rollin' over dryly bass lines
Delectable raps seasoned, you can taste mine
Wild line after line, see a sucka scatter
When I chuck a egg in batter to thicken it up, so it's fatter
And batter, batter, I pitch, you whiff, it matters
I roll a tighter spliff with a bit of piff, so it's fatter
It give a lift right into the outer space of Saturn
And then you come home for nappin', wake up, rap again
With horsepower infinite, on a different course
Of riffin raw shit, floor it like a Porsche
Riffin raw shit, on a different course
With the horsepower infinite, floor it like a Porsche
I'm on some shit, i can't stop stuntin', I got it like this
They'll fuckin' flip like they seen me pop a bottle of Cris
I'll hobble snitches quickly, bless until they wobbly, yes
My hobby fresh, I mic test, hippopotamus depth
Up from the bottom connect, a left and right to the chest
If you cross me better strap a b.p. vest
It's D, flexin on the mic right now, I'm passin the test
Griselda killin it, though, I have to say right now they the best
Though many others would agree, I'm from the era of Moe Dee
When Mobb Deep flowed deep, the snow was deep
So all you little bo peeps won't ever roll deep
Or catch me sleepin' in gold sheets, ain't countin no sheep
Sleep and eat right, been tellin' y'all to get your beat right
It's a neat sight, streaming through light from a peace pipe
Smoke, from a freeze pipe bong with couple ice cubes in it
Was bumpin' NWA way back when Ice Cube in it
Never satiated, had the closet of Timbs and Guess
Express statuesque Antoinettes when in the flesh
I come to bless but the haters keep doubtin' and guessin'
Crisp with lettuce but them cowards keep poutin' and stressin'
It's D. Black and if you askin', they sayin' he wild
I got it online to beat a case with no retrial
I capture live onto the tape, wannabes mild
You wanna know why it's a fact?
I'm thee child that takes green, burn it clean to the popsicle stick
Picky cops searchin for shit, street urchins'll trip
I'm never nervous when I spit, I'll empty first in a pinch
I'm shippin' something different, I pack a bunch of words per inch
And when I burst in, you wince

Written by:
Dennis Donaghy

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