Mine’s Prayer TyC // 95 KiD

(Verse 1: TyC)

Mines Prayer
Cowards got they heads seized in a nightmare
Aight, there, dead MC’s at times square
Wondering who got MTVs mind there
Taking your city like the shadows take light
24 hours and the world is our night
Hoping to be standing on stage after the fight
Miss the crowd, cause they make me feel all-right

I Turned to a sick, sick teen with lynguistic keen
This shit mean, now check the method
I bring madness, the dark art, the precious
The style, I bring that shaolin flow, Though I Don’t know
How-men could get that low
No harm though, How-thin you got to go?
No calm soul, How-can you act so cold
You better go to the poles
Might better use for you assholes
I wish we had a world with no flagpoles
Mad clothes, more soul, no drug addiction
- Less hoes, more goals, a young depiction of how it goes
Cause what you listen to is analyzed
They wrote the hieroglyphics –
Others said they vandalized
Coat your ego-physics, they break rules
With any lies
Vivid, this beast's in you
You won’t realize.