[Chorus]
It's the Gift, uh-huh
Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh
Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh
Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh)
It's the Chief, uh-huh
Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh
Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh
Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh)
Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes
Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine
Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines
Borderline Einstein, horrifying times
Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type
Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I
Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype
Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint
Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night
Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type
Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes
Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right
Photo light images Yoda might bite
Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is
Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside
Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite
[Chorus]
Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day
Feast on adrenaline, master the way
I'm the verbal hunter going after my prey, they
Running for the highest mountain yelling out "mayday!"
G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they
Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele
Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em in the Bay say
Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling "Hey, hey, hey!"
Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J
Shutting down your business like 15-80K day
If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a melee
Gab'll bring the [??]-ness of the sun into your grey day
Take your AK, put it in a little tray
Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way
Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing
Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day
[Chorus]
Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically
Drift with a kick kicking me
Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me
Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry
Split-lickety, spit it could be lit
Like this, into me, it is a secret
Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift
I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries
Wit, go on like a centipede's length
Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps
Skew em on the barb' with some hickory chips
I'm a level higher than the intermediate
Rappers, I don't care about your gender, descent
Background, police records, history, rent
Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent
Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the Gift!
[Chorus]
Rhymes for the Deaf, Dumb and Blind Lyrics - Blackalicious
[Gift of Gab]
I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind
And a 20/20 eyesight; big mouth yappin
Crystal clear ear competition mere child's play
When I'm formin up, can't be guarded now, sendin y'all to the
Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills
I'm sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel
That you're cappin; why don't you give all that weak shit a rest
And start rappin - I'm puffin the buddha bless yes I'm packin
BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on ?testabra?
Be like D'Wayne from _What's Happening_ talking about "Uh-uhh!"
Ya, can't defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me
With a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke
And then I'll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew --
Boy I'll make mincemeat of you, ? speed a few, wimps eat a few
Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G
Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones
Others flows will fall, come and get some
Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next
Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me
Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please
Don't you know _Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton_ like Chuck D's?
Psych! Thought I would contradict myself, didn't ya?
I'm gettin ya
I'm hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit
In ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I'm not Don Cornelius
Really it's not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn
Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor
Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child
The strange style contains foul language
So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock
If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo'
Ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga
Put your rhyme in the towaway zone
Red's all I see like if my name was El Toro
On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef
I squash beef like a meat grinder
I'm the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys
Oy, I'm all of that and a plate of chitlins
So won't you sit and listen to the way I flip the script
Like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit
Delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya
Like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step
LET'S GET ILL
I got rhymes for the deaf dumb and blind
And a 20/20 eyesight; big mouth yappin
Crystal clear ear competition mere child's play
When I'm formin up, can't be guarded now, sendin y'all to the
Drawing board, I floored niggaz with the skills
I'm sick and bored, of all the triggers and the steel
That you're cappin; why don't you give all that weak shit a rest
And start rappin - I'm puffin the buddha bless yes I'm packin
BOWLS, and spittin the rhymes on ?testabra?
Be like D'Wayne from _What's Happening_ talking about "Uh-uhh!"
Ya, can't defeat me, delete me, beat me, greet me
With a grin or, get your chin jaw and your neck broke
And then I'll rip off your arm and throw it in a stew --
Boy I'll make mincemeat of you, ? speed a few, wimps eat a few
Shirmps need a new, temp-orary mind-boggler, follow me, G
Niggerole, bigger flows, hover over small ones
Others flows will fall, come and get some
Runnin shit one rhyme AFTER the next
Master the flexology, follow me, take all of me
Fuck a beast, buck a beast, sucker please
Don't you know _Miuziweighs-a-freakin-ton_ like Chuck D's?
Psych! Thought I would contradict myself, didn't ya?
I'm gettin ya
I'm hittin ya ass with bass all in your face so taste the bit
In ya, bowls of Soul, get on a Train but I'm not Don Cornelius
Really it's not no gimmicky shit like chicken popcorn
Now new and meatier, shootin like a meteor
Beats fat and beatier, feed me your brain child
The strange style contains foul language
So tell you kids to go to sleep so the beat can enhance you ock
If you a rapper grab your mic broke cancel the glock yo'
Ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower hey bonhead nigga
Put your rhyme in the towaway zone
Red's all I see like if my name was El Toro
On the land, smokin a reefer, underwater smokin a coral reef
I squash beef like a meat grinder
I'm the kind of chief rocker to seek and destroy boys
Oy, I'm all of that and a plate of chitlins
So won't you sit and listen to the way I flip the script
Like, a beat to make a flip to beat to breakin shit
Delete you makin hits complete awaken kids I eat ya
Like a batch of bacon bits takin it to the next step
LET'S GET ILL
Swan Lake lyrics - blackilicious
[Verse One: Gift of Gab]
Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide
It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride
As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides
It ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central
Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential
For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you
My soul is one with all although my ego is against you
See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you
I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
I can do anything, I can do anything
Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars
A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls
A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic
Education, and if not that, then learn from life
Beyond all of the material crap
A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
[Verse Two:]
A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars
A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars
A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got
Shit to live for if you can't explore the
Realms of thought you ought not test lest
You be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
Bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms
Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high
Maybe next time I use my finances right
Live another day, learn another lesson
Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin
That it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's
No skill displayed, de shades gone now
So it's time to build my own umbrella
Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and
All I wanna do is run my own universe
Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse
Mind over matter, spirit over mind
A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes
A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your
Sister in the living room gin
A life with a plan nine acres on a land
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free
Before the departure plantin of the right seed
I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind
I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to find
Manipulated minds need to make an escape
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
Manipulated minds need to make an escape
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide
It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride
As you enter the dimension of the crew SoleSides
It ain't nuttin goin on but a party
Now brothers wanna flex but I'm over they heads
I got the funky type of style to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack from South Central
Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential
For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
Your style is kinda dry hope my melody can quench you
My soul is one with all although my ego is against you
See rap is a raw meat, so now I got to mince you
I'm playin rappers out like an old pair of gym shoes
I can do anything, I can do anything
Crusin down the street in my six-four Impala
Is what I'd like to be doin if only I had the dollars
A baller ain't a baller if he ain't got balls
A scholar ain't a scholar if he ain't got scho-lastic
Education, and if not that, then learn from life
Beyond all of the material crap
A human ain't a human if he doesn't make mistakes
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
[Verse Two:]
A planet ain't a planet if it don't have wars
A battle ain't a battle if you don't catch scars
A mind that ain't inquisitive really doesn't got
Shit to live for if you can't explore the
Realms of thought you ought not test lest
You be chomped up, like a pop rock, stopped for a
Bead from the weed lady, thought it was the bomb
Really wasn't nuttin but a bag of strong palms
Lost twenty dollars, didn't get high
Maybe next time I use my finances right
Live another day, learn another lesson
Ain't no need to get my mental status cold stressin
That it's so ill that it's fo'-real that it's
No skill displayed, de shades gone now
So it's time to build my own umbrella
Tell it tell her hella mellow fellows loungin
Better bread I never fled a header of the sounds and
All I wanna do is run my own universe
Grab the mic and let my spirit just FLOCK when I croon a verse
Mind over matter, spirit over mind
A doobie and a skin funky breakbeats and rhymes
A true blue homey to the end reminiscin with your
Sister in the living room gin
A life with a plan nine acres on a land
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
Prepare for the essence when your inner soul's free
Before the departure plantin of the right seed
I think what everybody's strivin for is peace of mind
I'm thinkin the world is full of inner places that are out there to find
Manipulated minds need to make an escape
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
Manipulated minds need to make an escape
And the name of this song is Swan Lake
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