What Is Rap - Clear Soul Forces

What is start?

Start is art of picking the mental canvas to drip the image of kicking

Assess while beats just be blasting

Taking your food now you fasting

Never would you be passing me and my crew on the track

And that’s even if you was dragging, zero to 60 gassing the wagon

'Til it’s a phantom of heeding the breathing dragons

Bazooka rubies imagine me up high as Aladdin

Environmentalist blasting them gems all over the atlas

I patch it like Captain Planet

What is name?

This is how a nigga can stake his claim

When you hit the track and it bang

Hit from back, say name or your recognition in gang

They one in the same, the name of the game

I cock the lyrical aim and give 'em a twist

And niggas is sprained, ilajid-dang

I give em the pain, I’m comin up quicker than switching lanes

Under an overpass, when a nigga cannot miss his exit man

What is lanes?

Yellow lines, blind minds get trapped up in between

Confined rhymes fit inside fast lanes these finish lines

Fast paced slices of vast cake, yours half baked

Beat drops, my tummy plummets, it gives me stomach aches

Straight take players (what) my Detroit players (what)

En route to better spaces reserved for all you figures

Should probably take some people with you, watch me with Caleco vision

You heard of that I’m sensing.

really it’s the game

I’m playing live shows with or without a console

Vita mobile movements can’t touch us like white iPhones

My, I’ve grown the further away that we’ve roamed

My eyes closed not dreaming and then I’m back home nigga

Behold geechie flows, so many hits I changed my name to Ichiro

Want ichiban y’all all numero dos

As I loop through Tokyo in gold one hundred spokes

Turismos close, rear view mirrors

Speed directly from the game

What is that?

What?

What is rap?

When it’s my turn to attack, you know I be kicking them facts

And then they ask me, what is that?

What?

What is rap?

You know that blipity blap and the melody that you lack

And then they ask me, what is that?

What?

What is rap?

What is skill?

The talent of unraveling thought patterns from the status of being static in

your mental

The urge of conversion of thoughts to bullets that fit into pencils

Pens, or empty out of the cuticles on your thumbs

Painting pavement to touch on while you keep running from writers block

In search of the Midas touch, get your shining up and I am just

King Arthur before the throne, premeditated royalty pulled the mic from the

stone

When it was best to be left alone, skull and cross bones

No eyes on the prize, just rappers, skeletons cursed with a pair of Basilisk

eyes

Skeletons all in my closet, while I rap your demise

These are Voltron and Optimums Prime, battle flows

Rise of the machines, keep it underground as a catacomb

Your battle drones get shattered alone, blast through your songs

Peter Parker the artist your an Arachnophobia better back back

Itchy pituitary gland cannons will blast abstract

In the face of reality what is abstract

Facts, that get skewered over the bar b, word to Outkast

Out last every contender listed, so tell me just, what is competition?

When your compositions descriptive with iller penman-ship

Quiet is kept, I guess we better as a secret

In the D it’s not as easy to see the light as a plus (uh)

What is negativity?

That’s when you see me and your eyes roll

Or cause my art expressive not the normal, got your heart cold

Closed up boxed off, I’m sorry for your loss

I could have made a record just for the radio, for the boss up

But, hardly identify, associate with rage

The only rap group with a hip hop classic in the last decade

Only for the record to get straightened like a couch session

Malcolm aggression and level just like watch’s bezel

Housing my diamonds in apparatuses, more status

Causing more static, Noveliss passed the baton backwards

And I just started rapping another name-eh-less classic

An answer for all the addicts who asking just how it happened

What is rap?