Gift of Gab Follow

Come let's sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz

MCs walk within
The round part off way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin' down the Writz

Ear duct probably jump into your mental
When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into
Just the clear cut, uncut dope without delusion
It's the sheer rough raw preach skills that I'm inflictin'

In the rear cut, now I'm just spot
Peepin' my competition
Hear what mere mortals
Could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports

Inferior years come and go, it's about to be one
Here, cause now it's all I know
And here's what they want, up jump the frequencies
The Leer jet speeds like sound

Surroundin poundin' in your eardrum
(Watch out now)
Make preparation for it, here it comes
(Tumblin' down)

For centuries to come and then some
Rhyme's Menthol without the hedges
And the benz son, time gets stalled
A rapper's head is just a emblem on my wall

I like to welcome MCs inside of my
Melodical Monster's Ball
And yes, yes, y'all

Come let's sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz

MCs walk within
The round part off way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin' down the Writz

Look out below, Sharky
Got a new machine and now I'm feelin' kinda cocky
When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky

Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain't never sloppy
I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy
Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin' oppositions
Starvin' carbon copy, rock me I'll be rockin' noggin'

Startin' wars in your apartment lobby, golly
Rhymin' like a Simple Simon, timin' off and probly
Gobblin' all them arts I'm often flyin' in the sky

Sire with the higher fire
Choirs till your psyche strikin' mightily
I cordially invite you all to

Come let's sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz

MCs walk within
The round part off way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin' down the Writz

MCGI, people call me Gift
When I'm tearin up a party I feel no guilt
I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail
On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt

Verbal warlord
105, the zero look up at the scoreboard
Got so high you thought I couldn't ever soar more
Baby bye bye, my rock is takin' off
(All aboard)

Into the sky we travelin' through sound corridors
Way up high we take ya places that ya four door
Couldn't explore and leave the Coliseum tour for
Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes
And a second, exactly and evermore

Come let's sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz

MCs walk within
The round part off way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin' down the Writz

Come let's sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix