Song Description

I spread like Flu the METAPHYSICAL around you, Funk up your room with these tones that's coming through x 2, The gigolo, no METAPHYSICAL the ho blak', Most people dance to track man is hitting that x 2.

Lyrics

1.5-My years I've been stacking for the stage my plight,
Kicking ho blak' make my ship flow,
Over zones people out snacking on blasphemies,
These METAPHYSICAL will never be,
1.5-Death by day has now made a ghost-
SO REAL you can feel this entity within society,
Night stalking camouflaged in thought,
Unreal live on the ground of the humans that walk-
4.5-Just like a speck of chalk, see the human in existence,
Gather me like a mountain ho blak' is flipping this,
I don't see you on the stage man when I'm coming through-
Rip my show up don't care man what the buc,
4.5-The city of Angeles yes indeed this lanes of trouble,
I see this pick up dirt like the body of shovel,
Embedded in this pod these the peas I know,
Through poverty I evade these deliver my flow,
***I spread like Flu the METAPHYSICAL around you,
Funk up your room with these tones that's coming through x 2,
The gigolo, no METAPHYSICAL the ho blak',
Most people dance to track man is hitting that x 2.***
4.5-METAPHYSICAL been rapping since the age of 10,
Grab the mic hold it tight recite the ghetto like hymns,
A brief the story I tell all the rhymes that I spit,
Hope the fact the busy back will move ya hustle a bit,
1-Making my motions gifted I be for I have sight,
Megopolis metropolis will lift this young urbanite,
Of the flame we are one with the Earth and the stars,
My energy will make you see through me,
2-I never thought that my mic was knowing,
Walking down the street the heavy META be flowing,
Just releasing magnificent energy,
Oh the flavor so good, but syllables you not see,
1.5-I'm not to be that money hungry human feed thee-
Faking folks in troubled times na this man's not me,
I'm out to get the chips, To dunk them in the dip-
Then in the mouth proceeds the crunch sound META lyricist,
***I spread like Flu the METAPHYSICAL around you,
Funk up your room with these tones that's coming through x 2,
The gigolo, no METAPHYSICAL the ho blak',
Most people dance to track man is hitting that x 2.***
2.5-If I can just rock micsssss,
The beautiful METAPHYSICAL kicking tales all night-
Sometime, feel like a demon in verbalist,
My rhyme be snaking through clutch a mic crazy fist,
1-When I make my ship I promise it will carry you,
Global encounters knocking all things through, ( watch )
We'll get it done by the people no need for money-
One mass consciousness ho blak' is kicking this
1.5-If I could play like the Rappers Delight,
Rotation by the jockey make this record flight like a kite,
See through the hype, the light from mic so deep in flight,
Makes me dizzy bee, but still I see alright,
2.5-If I could just take flight,
I promise you rumbling till the wind take me out of sight,
Over plights upon this land rock the whole ground,
Oh we get down by never sharing around, ( yo )
***I spread like Flu the METAPHYSICAL around you,
Funk up your room with these tones that's coming through x 2,
The gigolo, no METAPHYSICAL the ho blak',
Most people dance to track man is hitting that x 2.***
I spread like Flu,
With these tones that's coming through,
I spread like Flu,
With these tones that's coming through,
I spread like Flu,
With these words that's coming through,
I spread like Flu,
With these words that's coming through.