The Heavy Mentalalist experience, many witnessed it
At 12 I experiment with sentences
containing toxic flows, if I drop and explode
cooking up pots of gold, the impossible
I would care about my plant, lock down my pad
with clamps beneath bright lamps, I will write to advance
I split my style into two parts, my first a southern technique
came from the heart, my other style was more dark
Some books was lost, techniques were picked up
by an unmature source, so I developed the third strike
Never heard on the mic, only if I felt
you deserved the light and GZA told them
I was a common approaching, pray he hit the ocean
through the weak promotion and I did but it caused
tidal waves after that song BIBLE plague
I quench my thirst with the Liquid Sword
The first time was sweet, RZA said, “Give them more”
Wisdom poured in the class by myself
So I asked no one for help, so he could cheat on the test
So I would just beat on my desk
A couple of albums later the youth fountain found favour
Now he doesn’t have to speak to paparazzi, Priest and his posse
Toast the good times with Chief Kamachi
[Chief Kamachi]
Yeah, twenty years since I did my first demo tape
Love to hear my voice on the instrumental break
Messiah’s word will reach a monumental state
Two scraped up tape decks tryna innovate
His DJ broke, cutting on a dinner plate
In the mirror, wore your favourite rapper’s superhero cape
Knew the words of all, thought I was Big Daddy
‘Microphone Fiend’ didn’t know the shit had me
And every talent show I wanted it next
Back in Philly the top group was 100X
I said I’d invent, study and want to perplex
Me and Priest violate classic, what’s coming next?
We in the history books for bringing out the misery looks
Wise ancient mystery crooks