Method of Expression

Lyrics for Method of Expression

Chapter 1 Black in the proudest No way on Earth would I ever allow this I'll make your bones feel it like arthritis Well I'll give you hepatitis When you try to recite to bite the tightness I'll give you Tropicana with a slight twist I make Satan righteous You touch the mic and I get nauseous I'll join Iraq and blow a Fed office And bring a Delta force like Chuck Norris Yo, it's not to my own mystery I wanna know like Black history About the miseries So I can take this flaming fire that I feel inside Burning so strong Telling me I can't go wrong Like heartfelt song And sessions 'til dawn I saw it clashing I own my side of the Earth like the mighty Alice Move like a Dodge Stratus Me and stylist diction be the baddest And even in your palm you couldn't grasp it Tell me what you fear here The crossroad, the badge, or their bullet-proof gear I'm young, Black, and don't care It's easy addition How the smallest world can cause the biggest friction So listen, I give my thoughts and the decisions Before this track is over let me mention I'm Gemini in faith And wanna be so rich you tie my shoelace And bring it to court like Dred Scott case Supreme high place And at the trial with a big cool smile on my face COMA Chapter 2 Slap a fresh clip of teflon And grip my firearm Going out like Sadaam Cuz these streets is like Vietnam Nowadays my AK sprays for my freedom Pulling out blades cuz indeed We don't need them Purjury and controversy Getting pussy on the web Met a chick named Deb She offered to give me cyber-head Daily I taunt the Fed Trapped Over the net I gained Hell's map Before I could clap Savages begging to give me death Slaughter law and order For a quarter of a century Trying to stay, Carley (Coma) But this trickery is tempting me A born thug Hands sporting double blood Playing my team And get laid out in the club I come to reach my summit Saw my world plummet For over 400 I'm done with it We came, we saw Jaws and drawers drop to the floor Catch you on the Candiria tour Smoke my peace so you know what I'm about That's enough, motherfuckers, I'm out Chapter 3 With a culmination of a vision Explore beyond the limits of condition Our process of development intuition My style is stealth and runs rampant like change everlasting And head to the mindset which come out blasting (Something in Spanish, ending in Benicio... para nada) A Coma visionary father to the tactics And as fast as in relation to the root of the stealth The inner square equals self Chapter 4(Forgive me that I missed most of these, they're mumbled too fast) Quality control the evidence ...off of the internet... right into your hard drive No one knows where you're going Will you get there, I'm very sure ...like a fish out of water, that's a lie, that's a lie I bought a new home, I bought it from the ruler ...you and me But my friends said it's not the right recipe What you say son, what you say son? Chapter 5 Hey, yo yo yo, yo Explicit graphics The bones snap These brothers are doing backflips While the skulls crack Multiple fools, skills they lack Pull the flesh back Leaving the subject exposed to the sky (?) Son, is your heart heavier than stone? And if you're not running from the system, yo You probably can't relate And if you're not running from the system, yo You probably Candirate, Coma fashion Check these circles out for false reactions This third-world disciple 718 jungle survivalist (...) ration the cannibus Mental abbacus Go against the fan, and you (...)