ThepureBlackpoet:

There's no for sale sign on my soul,
I won't poison my own people,
And kill them slowly,
Why is it people say they the truth,
But get mad when you tell it,
Why do people rather look up to those,
and I'm talking about the ones behind the booth,
it aint shit if the Da Champ and TpBp said it,
But if Kanye or Jay-Z recite our lines,
They would be the worlds Greatest,
I swear this shit is atrocious,
Black People is loosing focus,

  Psychosis Aka Da Champ:

Heavens gates open to pure hearts
Devil has road blocks in the way
Falling warriors taken a slice of the pie
Forks in the road to the wicked ways of men pick one
Forbidden was the fruit but they eat
Apple doesnt fall far from the tree
Sins of sons came from the father
Evil defiles from the tongue
Never can be bought Im achored in the spirits
Of Shakur and Wallace
Those are my poets of street wars and fairytales
But often mis quoted into mouths of babes
Age less dreams turned into nightmares
Scattered brains fall to victim of circumstances
Take chances with death
Death by which ways feces flow from you azz
But it just came from your mouth !

  ThepureBlackpoet:

the devil made me an offer,
But I will not take it,
Right before my eyes, but I will not face him,
You can't put a price on my soul,
You seen the MasterCard commercials,
This shit is priceless, We're poets and prophets,
Pure poetic perfectionist,
You can see the truth in these lines,
So, I pulled my spear out his back,
Oh, I caught the devil by surprise,
As I walk away, I could see the hate in his eyes,
Now take a breather, while Da Champ finish this,
I told him, we addicted to truth, like shit is to flies,

  Psychosis Aka Da Champ:

Apostle of poetic Gospel were flows are even width and space
Not for sale imprinted on my heart
Reprise and revised thought process of change
Thats all sinners carry is change from one scene to the next
Threats to kill my thesis is just simply damage control to your health
not mine
Rewind the scriptures from thousands of years the messages are firm
From pure dialect I speak. Witches brew the stew to cure the devil's advocate
of my rhymes
See I told you I was business and my stock is high
Risen from the ashes of Harriet Tubmans plight !
This soul is weary of bended arrows trying to dagger my ambition
For closure
No !!!!!! the case is closed !