The Writz - Gift Of Gab

Come let’s sit

Where rappers have the rock flip scripts

And count the 12 up in the mix

Puttin down the Writz

MCs walk within

The round part off-way beat

It took they on somewhere they drift

Puttin down the Writz

Ear duct probably jump into your mental

When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into

Just the clear-cut, uncut dope without delusion

It’s the sheer rough raw preach skills that I’m inflictin

In the rear cut, now I’m just spot, peepin my competition

Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports

Inferior years come and go, it’s about to be one

Here, cause now it’s all I know

And here’s what they want, up jump the frequencies

The Leer jet speeds like sound

Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!)

Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!)

For centuries to come and then some

Rhyme’s Menthol without the hedges

And the benz son, time gets stalled

A rapper’s head is just a emblem on my wall

I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monster’s Ball

And yes, yes, yaaaalll

Look out below, Sharky!

Got a new machine and now I’m feelin kinda cocky

When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky

Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake

Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain’t never sloppy

I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy

Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions

Starvin carbon copy, rock me I’ll be rockin noggin

Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly

Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly

Gobblin all them arts I’m often flyin in the sky

Sire with the higher fire

Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily

I cordially invite you all to

MCGI, people call me Gift

When I’m tearin up a party I feel no guilt

I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail

On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt

Verbal warlord

105, the zero look up at the scoreboard

Got so high you thought I couldn’t ever soar more

Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!)

Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors

Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door

Couldn’t explore and leave the Coliseum tour for-

Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second

Exactly and evermore