Never Did I - Lpg

Now I pull out what is needed from the atmosphere

Create a mixture pleasing to the trat ear

Impress it onto vinyl for you all to hear

Then motivate your party cuz you found my beat

Now I myself and in myself expand my mind

Use a nickel nine at the drop of a dime

Claim Christ on the west its California on mine

But you going knows this by the time that this rhymes complete

Watch me infiltrate your streets as I invade your town

Overrun your reign of words and I’ll enslave your nouns

Not a peep is what I heard when I parade through town

With your verbs tied and bound no more lies to speak

You’ll be sentenced to writers block till your pencils

Pledge allegiance, subject to submission and forced to

Join in my legions

Livin under rule of my 26 letter regents

I’m takin my statements up to the highest of peaks

Never did I listen to lies you speak

Had I did I never realize my peek

Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat

As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete

Im not controlled by what is sold but I am compelled to sell

Got a hold on dreams of gold and understand what that entails

Stand bold on stages unloaded pages on hell

But you won’t know true mic control until you hear me speak

The best test that I found is under stress for real

And ive been blessed with the sound that rest of yall can feel

In your chest as the ground begins to rise gods will

Will be the truth that my skill help me reach the peek

Keep that bass drum poundin through that speaker box

And when your times up I’ll reach directly through clocks

And with that big hand choke your style until your rhythm drops

Throw it off track to never find its beat

When you hear my army marching you should be concerned

Have that left right meanin that your next to burn

So you besta learn quick for this punishments firm

You’ll be shackled at your feet and never find your beat

Never did I listen to lies you speak

Had I did I never realize my peek

Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat

As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete

I thought I told you not to trip on this Los Angles crew

We lost count of all the part time rhymers we ran through

Im sayin how you going relate to the things that we do

Pump up the volumes in your stero and hear us speak

Now what you hearing is the God fearing respect for the art

And what you feeling is the healing when you speak from the heart

And what you see is the endurance that you need from the start

Until you cross the finish line and finally reach your peek

Never finished on a mission to swing it till I’m through

Or till they say hey Jurny Big nobody bring it like you

Tunnel Rats reign supreme as sure as Cali sky blue

Have them other crews stumbling trying to find they beat

Since them Greenleaf St. days my dues been paid

Scribbling on a white sheet is how my bed been made

Exit from 11 th grade so that foundation is laid

Never quit that trying to hit till YouthWatch complete

Never did I listen to lies you speak

Had I did I never realize my peek

Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat

As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete