Aim For The Flickering Flame

[Lateef] 
  Lateef! 

  [Lyrics Born] 
  And Lyrics Born 

  [together] 
  You can't see them! 

  [Lateef] 
  One way - a mircophone works 
  Checkin' suckas on the usage of vocal tones 
  While the breaks be bangin' 
  Cold shakin' ya homes 
  Vibrations reverberatin give identification 
  In meter Neter like Metu 
  Leavin' Holes in your speakers 
  Scold a brotha like Lateef - oh, that's a no can do 
  The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth 
  I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker 
  I freak a style from here to Mogadishu - here to Mozambique-a 
  >From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak 
  Of shinin' flowin' like a creek lava spicy like paprika 
  That's neither here nor there 
  Fully chargin' up the air - heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere? 
  Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want - the 
  Beats be fat like the factory Wanka 
  Suckas keep bitin' like a gang of piranhas 
  Ya betta come with it if your thinkin' is stronger 
  The mindset couldn't be any wronger 
  We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga 
  Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer 
  So I stop! 
  Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops 

  [Chorus #1:] 
  And it don't quit 
  I say that to say this 
  You can't oppose this 
  I say that to say this 
  Cuz if the clothes fit 
  I say that to say this 
  You're a hostess 
  I say that to say this 

  [Lyrics Born] 
  You're so sensitive 
  All I said was simple sentences 
  Premises was left as if the messages were venomous 
  They are though 
  Guess it's just my penmanshipt and how it moves 
  Your torso 
  Suckas steer clear of me like feminists 
  Do carshows 
  There's a little punchline for those of you 
  Who love rhymes with those in 'em 
  Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em 
  Give you that nasty, tangy feeling 
  Check it out 
  Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons 
  And wee tots with crayons and Koreans 
  In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons 
  That be on some feline shit 
  Y'all like the FBI on some espionage 
  Asking questions but my head's beyond that 
  Be openly honest 
  Y'all write ya'll own rhymes? 
  Oh I doubt it 
  I's dotted 
  T's crossed 
  Tell you what 
  I make a song 
  You take it home, you think about it 
  Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye 
  Beyond the obvious buffoonery 
  Defy the allegations and the rumory 
  Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with 

  [Chorus #2:] 
  And you don't stop 
  I say that to say this 
  Cause with a closed fist 
  I say that to say this 
  Youc an't oppose this 
  I say that to say this 
  You're just bullshit