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[Ill Monk]

Blowing with the wind, where do i begin
Often stalked by sins, where it does it start
Where does it end, pulling the grenade pin
Mind set to destruct, Rhymes set to construct
Flow and Punches set to erupt, UFO style set to abduct
While u living reality, i'm living Inside of a fantasy
Not some one to fuck with u c, never say my name in vanity
I don't plan 2 be famous, the golden mic handed to me
Watch me rip muthafuckaz single handedly
A mysterious fellow, stick with the shadows and remain mellow
The fist strikes and echo's like a bellow, shine more then the color yellow
Understanding my thinking is nearly impossible like foreign languages
Overcrowd your thinking till your mind is anguished
Till you literlly break down, till you completely fell off the edge
To the gods i pledge, speak the truth till i'm dragged away by the feds

[mimic truce]

this how i express thought, dont get mad if it outshines yours
repeative explains routines but clitches make weak flows
so i bang close, meaning i bank on self and you out when im indoors
no need to exchange notes or explain feelings, they say the heart knows
but you paint a villain that nobody trusts and stand guard so to you its no shows
but i tap boards, like untraced calls, n you getting through my firewirewalls...
is like getting around the world through bangkok..return the favor though.
nice spit, hope i wont come against yours but i like to spar
see me on the boards, might see me on my latest battle against skeptic thoughts.

[Rikambura]

nice one amma drop sumethin' too!

[Rikambura]

until i die,imma try to stick to the mic tight
if i die dont cry to me its a crime
grind thats what i do life is just a bribe
rappin is the pillar of ma inner streghth
morphin' like a catapillar from a deeper depth
breath faster as i grind to grasp on the very ground of ma birth
who inspired the fire that wen i retire they will admire?
until i die imma be the sire that the dams desire
you can go ahead inquire, m dope to the attires
iam the flows quire to me they lissen as they lissen to a choir
the dire need of a hussler to be recognised while he is livin'
pimpin' leavin' weaklins' limpin'
until i die no-one shall be pickin' a brawl...wit me
cos im slick attackin' as i crawl...witty!
and im quick to commit a little foul...
just for 'em crowd to laugh yeah thats what its all about