Lyrics

Go tell it on the mountain So I did I did My name is Sachillpages and it's a pyramid I climbed up to the elders where I'm old now too I wished into the big Azule my breath blew Traveling the winds due I'm looking for the truth That's when I busted out the booth I read a few books that helped me remove a kind of noose It made me kind of lonely I felt like a void had opened could only be filled by my Sony's Until my index flex My tesselation connect And before my eyes I seen Hip Hop flip flop I put my head down Open my 3 eyes And let my heart gun it A sonnet emerged from the smoke of chronic Like a Kangol I dawn it This heavy weight that's crown Can't cup it or place it on the ground Under African locs Receiving the most props Spitting these trains of thoughts since The Nonce Yeah they old times Filled with gold lines That I miss like Mom's eye's Tried to tell no lies but I failed But that's what art tries as I kick a tale My intellect crashes With men who only see dollar signs commas and dashes That's mass control And as for Sachii I uphold hip hop and my fashion flashy Every bit of classy If you want a fresh beat then ask me I write my rhymes in a ghost rhyme fight At the edge of a ring of fire With no controlled mic A million M.C.'s never learned the 'ledge And those same suckers get they heads put to bed I'm reading these essays These are my best days Combined with the future And the best of the old ways For reclining in O.J.'s And automated Teslas Corinthian leather With big plume feather I made the verse drop forever Cantos biters eat this like ham bone You anthem to the reckless beat till you fathom that I Formulate Long game seems so strange to thwart evil with word play Ballance the staff Under Terror Dome rafts Skank lightly on the path Call me Duke Quincy Or Prince Paul Shockley Dr Sir Jinx Pooh rocks beats That's homage Silent barrage Of epiphanies dawning I lay the rhime down like soft fawn As I grip the Baton Connoisseur connoisseur Mono or stereo Transmuted Ariel Elevating fist Flailing arms to accent Immemorial bars of the Griot Lament
Writer(s): G. Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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