E DARBAR

Reflection 1989

E DARBAR
Reflection 1989

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11 months ago

I just love the way the music makme feel I'm just letting it go with da flow dat I know/ Hitting u slow/ Taking u high den taking u low/ Reap what u sow/ Life na Teacher slowly must go/ Be at your BEST get ready for show/sharperly dress/j BIG UP uour chest if ya in it for honour/This na my quest if u mess your a goner/ Enter da Center or go sit for your corner/ lyrically splattering/ Fake mc squashing him/ Samurai sword in him swishing with style/ Niggas r pilliging get me my file/ The closer they get they go run for a mile/ Iron for iron attack like a Lion/ Who knows who is who? Many r spying/ Watch for the Judas/ no mek him fool us / many Be lying/ Whose telling the truth/ Since 89 I been in the booth/ MASTERD my CRAFT my SOUL is my PROOF/ as i reminise on the days my youth/ //with KIDD C shining like his gold tooth/HIP HOP was a function/ Llistening to Ultrmagnetic mc's gave us lung compunction/Rhyme xas scientifical/It was also highly spiritual/The further away you got from it the closer it would get to you/It was my Black Strength Device/Everything was criss everything was Nice/ It was 1989 twilighted with the magical formulation of a ryhme/I'd sit with pen and paper and create meaningful scribbles on blue lines/It was the only way that I knew how to make my soul move. the beat would sooth and I would fall to sleep sleep deep sleep where i would dream of rhyme/cha thei soul is divine..

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11 months ago

I just love the way the music makme feel I'm just letting it go with da flow dat I know/ Hitting u slow/ Taking u high den taking u low/ Reap what u sow/ Life na Teacher slowly must go/ Be at your BEST get ready for show/sharperly dress/j BIG UP uour chest if ya in it for honour/This na my quest if u mess your a goner/ Enter da Center or go sit for your corner/ lyrically splattering/ Fake mc squashing him/ Samurai sword in him swishing with style/ Niggas r pilliging get me my file/ The closer they get they go run for a mile/ Iron for iron attack like a Lion/ Who knows who is who? Many r spying/ Watch for the Judas/ no mek him fool us / many Be lying/ Whose telling the truth/ Since 89 I been in the booth/ MASTERD my CRAFT my SOUL is my PROOF/ as i reminise on the days my youth/ //with KIDD C shining like his gold tooth/HIP HOP was a function/ Llistening to Ultrmagnetic mc's gave us lung compunction/Rhyme xas scientifical/It was also highly spiritual/The further away you got from it the closer it would get to you/It was my Black Strength Device/Everything was criss everything was Nice/ It was 1989 twilighted with the magical formulation of a ryhme/I'd sit with pen and paper and create meaningful scribbles on blue lines/It was the only way that I knew how to make my soul move. the beat would sooth and I would fall to sleep sleep deep sleep where i would dream of rhyme/cha thei soul is divine..

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