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epidemic - past the margin lyrics

[verse 1: tek+nition]
grab a pencil and ill+strate verbs and penetrate blurs
cause poets are soldiers that liberate words
freedom writers escapes control of the norm
consoled in a poem to edit my surroundings in poetry form
as i shape life, then bust it again, with the thrust of a pen
percussion will send a vision to my ear with a colorful grin
i paint pictures that’s a talent itself
expanding my realms and planet to create words
understandin’ that it abandons the wealth
excludes pain in this poetry that is often seen rather than felt
implyin’ both in my life with the post when i write
drawn pieces of poetry with words scoped and precise
just know and i might, fail trying to take chances
but my biggest failure’s a blank canvas
so writers block to think inside the box
insanity can take your mind to a different dimension
fine art doesn’t create a line
it plunge to a deep, blunders and leap
creativity’s poem for mistakes
art is knowing what you wanna utterly keep
the perfect error that could catch the artist
sometimes it’s worth it going past the margin

[chorus: from nas’ “the world is yours”] x3
writin’ in my book of rhymes
all the words past the margin
[verse 2: hexone]
i’m like a scholar with street sense
so squeeze a dollar out of these street cents
and breach limbs when my hollows
swallow these beat plans
i spit it to perfection, so k!ll your fluke
and feel the new injection, no question
i swallow these weak trends just flexin’
tek yo the function that we brings that next sh+t
that gets your head bumpin’ like cheap drinks
we getting bread something like g strings
but when it’s redrum son we gets that lead buzzin’ like bee stings
objections could get your crew handled, abuse vandals
stools couldn’t catch me slippin’ with new sandals
the truest samples and heavy lyrics my groove tramples
the fakes who hate, for paperweights we use anvils
silly n+ggas get smoked simply thinking they dope
i’ve been listenin’ to their punchlines thinkin’ they jokes
ayo they better ship the sh+t that they spoke
and fix the ink in they quotes, cause in a battle kid
i’m sinkin’ they boats
matter fact trick i’m slittin’ they throats
these so called heavy hitters are missin’
a lot of grip in their strokes
we shake they minds till it’s breakin’ they necks
and since they already blind now we makin’ em deaf
if you don’t wanna give me mine then we take the respect
you get wrecked, never wastin’ time chasin’ a check, word
for you to feel that, you cr+ps will have to listen to a steel gat
so peep the mannerisms of an ill cat, that’s real rap
[chorus: from nas’ “the world is yours”] x3
writin’ in my book of rhymes
all the words past the margin

[verse 3: estee nack]
epidemic and tragic allies are a team of writers
you can listen and see the dream inside us
we be papyrus and cipher any disease or virus
to grease your goddess so my queen’s the finest
b+tches be poppin’ up like “the royal p+n+s is clean your highness”
i get up in their mouth like toothpicks or gingivitis
like the dagger i’m puttin’ in the biters
floatin’ like osiris time pirates lurkin’ in stranger vinyls
i play with diamonds the heaters burnin’ will change the climate
witness the most masterful rhymin’ individual
i’m commenting critical comments such as pivotal
rappers be putting out albums and soundin’ pitiful
every time i switch up my pad and they getting miserable
reputations up on the mic i be demolishin’ your wifey be hollering i give her pipe for the polishin’
yes sir, daddy’s comin’ to get ya, wet ya, bulletproof vest and a ? up in my dresser

[verse 4: purpose]
described as unique without equal, highly distinct
divine beats most around and repeat
perfect time and when i’m rhyming the beats defy feats
my excellence displayed in ways when the mind speaks
explode verses, verse atomic when a beat plays its purpose
i seek ways to link brains to heat waves
and speak pain and pleasure together combining forces
hate me in your mind is torture deep inside the fortress
underground like i ain’t horace find the sources
the wisest boss is moving fleets of flying saucers
we laser shooters, amazing crew blaze the buddhas
we stayin’ true to hip hop our shots is layin’ true this
the greaters rulers ever forever we hold it down now
show respect within our presence yo and bow down
the wild style we kickin’ is incredible sh+t
generals bent, be quick to get your medical kit this is it
[chorus: from nas’ “the world is yours”]
writin’ in my book of rhymes
all the words past the margin
to hold the mic i’m throbbin’

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