[Intro]
Original Syllable
Colder than polar bears
Hotter than solar flares

[Verse 1: Original Syllable]
This is a professional procedure
Seven millennia ago I wrote a quotable that gave you the opposite of amnesia
Through a mother’s birth canal Planet Earth was styled
She pushed out an Original Syllable Caesar
Ever since then, my slick pen has been pushing on diesel fuel
And I’ve been pushing and pulling this chisel tool
To give life to a jewel riddled with stripes of thinly cut light
Beginning linear progression standing upright
A mouth shut tight doesn’t get fed
A toast to God in the sunlight, never wet bread
He’s a wizard with it, where’d the city go?
My blizzard hit it, evolving from the previous desire of Prometheus
To give devious fire to mankind
I spit his fantasy and ultimate reality with every line
Inducing brilliance in a blind man’s mind
I don’t rock a Rolex but that doesn’t matter when your flow’s this wet
I’m an urban dwelling person who ties a turban
Not a commercial artist selling bitches and Bourbon
Mercy is the hardest when your enemies want to sabotage your projects
My objective is to unify people with sick phonics
Sound currents that serve a powerful purpose
Until the curtains close and I’m greeted with roses at my feet
I will never be defeated even when they cover my cadaver and I’m white sheeted
Indeed, so get out your tape recorder when I mix chaos with order
You might need it, as I active your creative consciousness and seep into your spirit
Like you were deeply weeded
The stomach of destiny rumbles for greatness
And good deeds seem to feed it