Credentials - The Loyalists

The streams of everlasting nourishment

I possess in my soul to flourish it for purposes

For any of the so-called survivalists

Speakers get blown more than infected sinuses

When vinyl spins, I play you like conductors and get ferocious

On my Mr. Hollands opus, so focus, on these airwaves

I got a rare case to go and enter bear caves and not wanna share space

Undeniably flying free are demons inside of me

And eye’s have seen them burn alive the spirit in my diary

Got a long list of unconscious, no accomplice

Thought launching through my gauntlet of bomb shit

Cooking noodles into pasta when I got ya

Hanging off my kilbasa with lock jaw, ugly, bumping heads like rugby

Chipping your fucking buck teeth, my spirit runs free, it’s lovely

Cause too many emcee’s warm as alaskans when they pass wind

Dumping rhymes got’em all in trash bins

I get you lost as global youth for total truth

So it’s like my vocals sooth as the hopeful news of proof

And now that I’m relentless with every sentence invented, go against this

Suffer consequences of vengeance

Pissing crushed grapes all over mixtape rap sheets

I walk with my shoes stuck in two pair of ass cheeks, on mother earth

Pulling out a rubber first

Smothered in southern woman as governor, not a word

And at the hour of the rooster only a few

Saw me leave more wives than mormon in Utah

Pussy so wide, nearly got my shoe stuck

I get juiced up from giving you the new stuff

So since the night my guardian angel

Appeared with a halo, shell toes and kangol

He went and came broke, dirty in the same clothes

Gave me wind of tornados from his plain robe

So I’m big like tigga, raw like digga

Crazy since my pre-school glue sniffer

My castles dungeon shackles hundreds who don’t run with

Talk as if they’ve seen a pile of onions to lunge in

But one line of sunshine sometimes

Can run like it only had one life with sunlight

The subterranean, miscellaneous, turntablist

You know I got the stable wrist for every cross fader flip

I keep my 45′s in a shoebox cut chemist with a nu mark

With rhymes more jurassic than a concrete schoolyard

Blessing you without any allergies

Got verbal gymnastics falling of the balance beams

A made man, though I’m not italian

Royally flushing cats with their iced down medallions

Cause the mind will force you on short fuse

If you’re bent as horse shoe’s for tunes of your news, in america

I’m already considered to be a devil

Rocking on spots so consider me freckle, nothing special

With a threshold that’ll pop your blood vessels

In your eye’s to red marshmallows

Kicking this habit without cold turkeys

No mercy, snapping all the beef jerkies

Enlightenment might take longer than I thought

What I’m writings like hyper extending body parts

Thought I could be a drug dealer and got handcuffed

By the fact the only snow I ever sold was dandruff

Use to have my thumb and pointer nails longer than the others

So I won’t be burn my fingers on how small the blunt is

Now loud’s the only sound I wanna get out

Something obese can’t see my feet when I put my head down

This how I compile the songs style gods child

Hear to take it to your chest as if it’s girls gone wild

The names framework your local underground rhymer

From Vermont going to the subways for grinders

Don’t even call me my colleague’s of law speak only to these raw beats

And we’ll be here all week

You had your day, like once handsome now you’re gray

Going back from which you came, devil dancing on your grave

So take all you want from me, throw the rest away

They call me honesty, don’t you get afraid

Lyrically armory good morning to the brave

The dawning of no longer falling victim to the pain