Soul brother's on this scene now...gon' really do a COOL one for ya.

Siah:

Archery through parched lips I aim rhymes that maim mimes

The verbal darts I rip (rip) your heart skips (skip) a beat grip your seat

And you can dip your feet in the clear blue here to

Defrost your rear view if you're lost then I can steer you

To where I travel it's always upon the gravel

Cause slaves walk the paved and everybody got a gavel

I could rouse a rabble, but never dabble in that babblin sport

Form a flock, I bring the fodder for your thought

And in the meelee I stay (cool) like icicle licks

The baby Pele here to hit you with them tricycle kicks

Rhymes are tight like vice grips with mic tools, the fools manifest

Jewels to get you high like swimmin in the cesspool

And when you starve I carve a rhyme like a pumpkin

And in the caverns of my soul I go spelunkin

So now you're sunk in the flow, it's mad pure and

MCs who lack the knack are even samplin my urine

Rhymes who eminate from this Yeminite lights

Like a torch I disseminated thoughts in flights

To ignite the four corners of the Earth plus the last world birth

From the sand, now my turf need the astro, I

(leave no footprints in the sands of time

so these wack MCs can't follow me)

Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road

Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit

I explain shit, all you need to pay's attention

Four dimensional, I call it verbal intervention

Travel on the gravel, never took the taken road

Slaves walk the paved, cravin on the same shit

Po ED explain shit, all you need to pay's attention

Four dimensional, he call it verbal intervention

Yeshua:

Keep close, look to peep the roads to