Poetry In Motion 1 (beat by Muneshine)

歌詞

Poetry in motion bodies moving to the message My presentation perfected, progressing your perception Uh, spin the record, recognize we wreck it, no question Repping (representing) refreshing essence of hiphop in every session When I, step on stage, verbal weapons blaze Full throttle with a bottle of water, spitting flames This industry is lacking, longevity, I'm long lasting Classic craftsmen, create tracks with passion Tony Stone makes heads nod, I make em meditate Elevate and demonstrate the next level when I accelerate The fluid flow, Pure Thoughts, Underexposed Lifefirst: half the battle, it's been a Long Road Yo I turn crews, into endangered species Make em, back off the MIC like it's covered in feces Awww yeah, Brizzy swing on the track One time, doing it right, it's like that Poetry in Motion bodies moving to the message My presentation perfected, Brizzy blessing the session Old school, future and present, I bring preservation Handling the pressure, pressed for time but I'm patient Back aching, from holding the weight, maintaining Weather walking in the rain or waiting at the train station No matter the location, I'm giving my best One hundred percent, I'm never settling for less Got that raw type of style, get all over the track, yeah Blast automatically with verbal attack When I drop and blow spots, a powerful impact Setting the tone with no error in my Syntax Day by (day) Daily Operation, respect is Hard to Earn I enter the arena screaming, you must learn I emerge from the phone booth, super mc Poetry in motion move your body to the beat, come on It goes One Two, I'm checking microphones like messages Messing with heads when I spit, rhymes wrecking it You can't see this, I'm the Proptosis specialist Your rocking with the excellent, late night medicine Shock heads like Edison, every line is relevant X-ray vision to expose your skeleton Life sentences, my style sparking drama Got you sweating the technique like I'm rocking in a sauna I'm a Microphone Fiend, grip it tight till my palms hurt And Move the Crowd like I relocated my concert Calm your nerves (catch your breath) Relax with Pep I flow six days a week, on the seventh I rest Battle seven headed dragons, feed the fire with dialogs And sever their necks using the old rugged cross I'm down for the cause, keep it moving like a nomad Never leave home with out the pen and the pad Poetry in motion like graffiti on trains I tag my name on your heart and things will never be the same... after this