...You Gotta Feel This...
{We}
Adjoining Sounds
His
Mine
Ours
Completing Sentences
With Spiteful Tongues
That Know The Words
Fighting The Power
Uncovering The Ground Under...
Head Knocking
Vibing... Waves Riding
Like Tsunamis
Beckoning Me To
Heed This Sound
Simultaneously Speaking {We}
Speak
Inspiring Thoughts
From My Bed
I Just Listen...Listen To This
Diligently Dipping Dope Fingers
In The Air...
Playing Imaginary Instrumentals
On Pianos Playing My Souls Tune
In Agreement
{We} Be
Influx'n
Tastefully Tapping Feet
Beat Resounding
Filling My Mind
I Close My Eyes
Instantly
I Be
On The Front Stoop
Watching From
Philly Streets
Emcees Passing Me...
Loyal Lyricists Looking
Like What An Xperience
I Spit...
Showin Em How VA
Do It..
Cool Breezing...
They Tell Me...
Listen..Just Listen..Listen To This...
Block Party Intercedes
In A Circle
Like
The Origination Of The Battle
Shhh!
Just Listen...Listen To This...
Black Thought Steps Thru The Crowd
Shuts It Down
Like
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"we wake you up out your dream like alarm we on
advanced ion, a battle field i kill an emcee on
we blow up spots from Sweden...back to Bmore
not only for self but on Philadelphia"
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We Dont Speak
We Just Listen... Listen To This
Nodding In Agreement
All Shades Of Brown On Black Pavement
Beauty In Its Finest Form...
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Block Party Ends
Leaving
Mics Ripped Like Small Jeans
Still Thriving In Real Hip Hop
Surviving Off Its Life Line
His Rhyme Ends
Instrumentals Stop
Fingers Rest
Eyes Open...
Permanent Smile...
Damn! I Love That Song
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What A Day Dream {Sighs}


Just Listen....