I wrote this song over the legendary Mass Appeal instrumental produced by DJ Premier. RIP Guru. I ain't sellin my soul for Mass Appeal, word is bond.
Check it my appeal is like
75 Bars on David Walker
Chillest dude at work ya'll
ain't never thought of. In the
game focused I ain't caught up.
Ya'll left in the dust and still ain't
caught up. Ya'll want mass appeal then
ya'll will fall off. Ya'll don't even know what I'm on.
I am on a whole other echelon so if
you step upon you will get crushed by the don.
Ya'll act surprised but I knew it all along.
East coast flow but chill like Californ.
Yello and Black killa bee like Cappadon
Ya'll know I'm in my zone when I have
my Phillies fitted on. I never pose I've been me all along.
I want more than green ya'll just wanna
mow the lawn. I wanna be on the scene and
known for my rhymes. Because they are the
illest ever punchlines. Step to me that alone is
a crime. Microphone death is the punishment
for that crime. Like Smokie Robinson do not cry
I'm the realest I never lie. I make these rhymes on
the fly. Mass Appeal heavy like the 7th seal so real.
Stainless like steel. Break through ya shield
Ya'll so surreal, trippin off peels.
Ya'll already know the deal.
I like it when you talk in your songs. Reminds me of Cudi in his song "man on the moon"
ABoyCalledMatty 1 year ago
@ABoyCalledMatty cool, thanks man
DPrime215 1 year ago