Sleeping On Your Style

It's that Thundamentalist

Boom-bap heavy shit

Penning these gems in the age of Aquarius

Mind-state's perilous, dialect's derelict

Heretic armed with the text like a terrorist

Rhymes I develop climb high like Everest

Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative

Remember when cats said Jes you lack melanin to make it rapping

Now them fellas are backpedalin

Heaven-sent words in my tracks set precedents

Sorta like elections of the first black president

I burn whack messages

Learned that from seraphin

Challenging my energy, annihilate rhetoric

Strikingly evident, precise with the evidence

Eloquence fresh from the edge of the precipice

Soul like a reverend

Dawn the new era in

I'm trying to take it to a place where it's never been

Time for the reckoning

I'm choosing to flip that nuclear (nucleus?) script

That could loosen your grip, kids

Lace up your shoes tight, my movement is swift

Make moves by the moonlight, the lunar eclipse set to

Block out the solar

I stare down my foes with a stone-cold glare like a polar

Bear fuck a square son I'm outside the box

Couldn't give a toss if yall want to get down or not, cos

Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative

Develop it, don't take it as a negative

That should never be affecting it

Just try and take it to a place where it's never been

Even if they're sleeping on your style like a sedative

Develop it, don't take it as a negative

That should never be affecting it

Just try and take it to a place where it's never been

I'll seduce Mother Earth

I'll flirt with she-demons

I'll burn the streets down

Scream 'word' to Team Sequence

I burst these speakers when i flex textiles

Get the heads dialed, its that

Shit you wanna X-File

I'll chill like reptiles, and sit in the sun

I spit projectiles like I triggered a gun

Run my lip with a rip of my lung

More villainous than Attila the Hun

I'm the rhythm hittin the skin of the drum

(Kick it)

No what if this is it

Deliver the beat, I'm bringing the heat

Flipping a speech, slitting ya gizzards

Giving ya blisters, I whistle this is lightning, thunda and flames

Whistle killer twisters, summon the hurricanes

Tuk's the name, I'm not chasing a tail it be

Serendipity creating this tale for me

Full circle, I'm blazing a trail

Winds of perfect symmetry inflating my sails

Overtaking the snails

Pick up the pace

This be the haste of life

Overstand but understate

Yo I take my time

Trying to foresee more than the naked eye

On the ball and chain

From the drought to the falling rain

To the cloud that absorbs my brain

To them played-out fuckers that sound all the same

To the true heads bound for the hall of fame, it goes