Liquid - Lpg

I had to shut my eyes and search in the silence

For the once rushing river of words that used to flow rapid

Instead I found puddles that only sprinkle a page

When I’m used to touching a mic and drenching a stage

There used to be a natural spring here I swear it

Liquefied emotion as deep as the ocean

With enough freshness for the world to drink and then some

Enough to quench the thirst if generations to come

Man did it run dry ive searched all around

To my left ly right I looked up and

Wait raph give a shovel im going to start digging

I figure its not lost maybe its just hidden

At the 1ft mark I started feeling the spark

At 2 ft deep I started hearing the beat

And by the time I got to 3 I knew I was about to be free

And when I got to 4 I couldn’t fell fatigue no more

And I came to 5 and started feeling alive

And at 6 I started hearing them do dj tricks

And at 7 I swore I heard them laughing in heaven

And at 8 I could smell the cans of krylon paint

And at 9 it started felling like it was old times

At 10i knew that I had finally reached the end

I had to retap the heart replenish the art

Rehydrate the body and the 1 st thing I did was rock a party

I could feel it it was free flowing again

The damn had been broken to never hold me again

Never slow me again

Now I’m going to rain down on the hole earth

And take ya’ll back to Noah again

So consider yourself warned better build yourself a boat

Cuz I’m flooding the hole planet with the songs that I wrote

Its liquid

I cause waves to crash land on land for sure

Trying to wash away this dry spell hip hop been in for

Quite some time but it seems the tears of true heads keep falling

When they cry for real lyrics what they get is mc’s ballin

Claimin they reign supreme but it must be in they dreams

Cuz only puddles of mediocrity they leave upon the scene

And if prisoners of radio could get out on parole

They’d see the airwaves packed and stacked with styles stole

Told by some cat whose on video playing dress up

Cuz the label said to memorize some demo and he said yessa

Masta but watch me slap the ceremony out they masta

Half a mc is half a man and half a man has to have a micless hand

And a micless stand

Scratched the dj out your cut and replaced it with a band

Through about 15 years span I been able to spread my wings

Went from unsigned to signed my soul while angels sing

On dotted line while yall tried to back into a spine

But couldn’t gain no common sense if I had fronted you a dime

The rhymes I kick make the blind watch they step

See me runnin through your dreams while you claim you still ain’t slept

I’ll make sure your quiets kept even if I lose my voice

And find the words to rip in sign language this way you’d have no choice

But to feel me we still be battle rappin till the night

Falls heavy on the sun and it submerge way outta sight

I suppose when it comes to foes we got a one track mind

Like all we need is one track to run fools out in record time

Stayin unsigned is like writing without barging into the margin

The bigger your skills only then your name enlarge

I find when I get lost in beats I’m left with writing up a storm

Drowning pads clothed in ink and bus with no fare warn

Till it come up morn I dew what many mic knights can’t see

Insight my wind pipe to lay the wack down in a breeze

And come up rose trees for sheez with my coast on pacific seas

And my tunnel rat geez its West Covina on these