(THE MICROPHONE SAID "WHAT?")
THE SOUND OF THE STREETS...
Rhyme Asylum - The Art Of Raw (Instrumental): http://youtu.be/108D4Os1pKE
They tried to take the Mic from me... Bitches made me go supersonic and Pharoahonic as I the herald spoke in spectacular tones.
Dropped the street as controlled rage... Descriptive and red ... A controlled burn at the end of blunt.
I laying down a spectacular vernacular as the picture painted spoke of blues and racist attitudes... A black body covered by a white blanket.
They tried to take the Mic and the mic rebelled in silence at the travesty... It limp in disbelief as it ignored became the audience... And the vocal baritone played laced with treble tones.
Blowing holes interdemensional as it reached a crescendo and came crashing down.
Wormholes and the smell of ozone left in I a man's wake.
Swirling in the breeze of my passion... My passing, I a traveler must move on... Ain't no time to wait... To waste
Make haste... Make motherfucking haste cause we bout a second away from too damn late.
Sirens screaming can't silence I see cause lions rumble subsonic... Africa... Africa.
Roars and drum beats speaking of freedom.
Run slave run...
Them fools tried to take the Mic from me.
First mistake.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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