Mixture of Muhammad Wisemen

[Nas sample *scratched up*]
"And this is war..."

[Kevlaar 7]
Ayo, guru of rhyme voodoo, guns big as M'tulu
Rule two realms, yo watch me cool off hell
My grill ain't icey, but for real, I get dicey
And slice three books into the gospel of me
Fifty states of mayhem, Imaad bread bread
Dred scott for the basis, give me my brush to paint this
Aim razors at faces, that mandated us nameless
Now flavors are tasteless, the wind just takes it
I have a gift intended to uplift
Come on vocal sample lady, yo sing that shit
I came and went, blazed and bent
Drawing from my heart aiming to pay my rent, got damn it
Specializing, life times of rhyming inclined
To do crimes, man, to spit full time
I seen Ray walk inside beams of sunshine
Inhale brail, exhale scenes of lifetimes
Eyelids are heavy, steady spit deadly hybrid
Climb ten ladders, leap inside my brain matter
The rap Mad Hatter, splatter alpha all over the grand delta
Knelt to beats, employed up off my shelter
Felt the lightning strike, windpipes compress
Digress, see my fatigue, painted thoughts come across, as raw
Forces as satan eating pork, declare law as I fought
John Hawkins, in every icey forest
Torch the good chip, black coles in a pulpit
Forfeit the North, bitch, 7 enforced this
Sativa reef advantage, feed the mirror
Intense insence, splits fear and icey whispers
Deliver, flaming ladels, spit omega fables
Cradle graves in my arms and lay in level angles
Angels visit basonets, whistle clarinets
As I rest my last moments on murky clouds of death