It's a lonely path to the ring.
Follow the buzzards.
(verse 1)
I allow words to take control. Then I take their soul. Rape them cold. Away they go, knowing they stay in my mind. Frozen. Playing in time. Golden. Like a grave of mine when I'm open to say the rhymes to have you focused on the poetry that I locust. Biblically speaking, my lyrics are creepy. Niggas don't need me, so they go back to the old MCs (with their Kodaks). Nice 'fros, nice chains, nice whips. (I) like it all, but my brain is the shit. I pay attention in the midst of it all. And in the myst of it all, I'm mixing it *proper*.
(hook)
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
I am high!
In my house!
I am Genius!
I'm in love.
(verse 2)
I-N-Telligent. Fine then. Guys get celibate when I climb in. My possession is my question(s). Can't get inside them when I rhyme reckless. I gave it all away. Got it back. "Say it, Charles! Today! You must remain the guy who can touch the frame of the sky and then aim at goodbye... and remain THIS guy!" Still with the stainless on my... h-i-p. Tellin' everyone I got HIV so they won't stay by me. Make them sick at my crazy shit. On every level I'm the baby, bitch. I came out of YOUR womb. And I'm talking to God. And she's forcing it, too.
(hook)
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
I am high!
In my house!
I am Genius!
I'm in love.
(verse 3)
I'm connected to a higher power. Like Jay. When he was referring to ConEdison back in the day. But only people who NYC can pay understand. Run it again. Let it play everyday in your yesterday. Which is your memory. Hope you remember me. I'm standing right by you like Hennessy. I need a little ice in my Hennessy. Ice (ICE) in The Bayou won't remember thee. Because it's too hot. The conditions. The Problem is trippin'. Off of the top, I got them noddin' and trippin'. The hottest position I could live in. No opposition. Competition. I'm feelin' like Bray. On a Friday. The day before. But say I'm RAW.
(hook)
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
Where the match at?
Where the match at?!
Where the past at?
Where the past at?!
I am high!
In my house!
I am Genius!
I'm in love.
Thank you Vince, Steph, Bray, -Taker and many others for the constant inspiration and motivation. You guys have no idea how much you've helped me develop. I love WWF/WWE, admittedly watched WCW and am very ECW/NJPW with music. Thank you, once again.
~*captivating*~
