Blackalicious Reanimation
[Chorus] It's the Gift, uh-huh Here to give your mortal mind a lift, uh-huh Mack rap verbally pimp, uh-huh Lace another rhythm with my sig-na-ture (the Gift, uh-huh) It's the Chief, uh-huh Tearing up the drum and bringing heat, uh-huh Block shock, thunderous beats, uh-huh Blazing on your local ghetto street corner (the Chief, uh-huh) Eyes in my mind, pulse signs in my rhymes Lines are inclined shine, dine in my shrine Warring time, mortifying, sauna flying lines Borderline Einstein, horrifying times Ordered like slaughter fights for the fight-type Sure to strike, pouring like water might, I Smoke like a sack of that northern lights hype Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night Bona fide nice ice, Dolemite type Sorta like Border Heights, what a sight, yipes Showing motherfuckers how to hold a mic right Photo light images Yoda might bite Soldier-like stripes, word to Spike, build a vice is Photo volt bright light, hold the funk inside Glowing like solar kites, sho ya right quite [Chorus] Beats to the rhythm, rock raps in the day Feast on adrenaline, master the way I'm the verbal hunter going after my prey, they Running for the highest mountain yelling out "mayday!" G-A-B, the great annihilator of the way they Be all on sacred sceptre jocking, like a Pele Soccer ball, kick em all, drop em in the Bay say Fatter than your nigga Albert yelling "Hey, hey, hey!" Putting on apprentices like Brandy did Ray J Shutting down your business like 15-80K day If you ain't efficient you'll be all up in a melee Gab'll bring the [??]-ness of the sun into your grey day Take your AK, put it in a little tray Lay it underneath the surface of the earth and let it stay way Out of sight and mind so you can focus on your time in climbing Rhyming, hey that beat like grime and shining be my pay day [Chorus] Slick-slippery, quick ripping these, shift physically Drift with a kick kicking me Hickory dickory, emcees are sick of me Zen trickery, get the gist, sent wizardry Split-lickety, spit it could be lit Like this, into me, it is a secret Emcees pretend to be kin to the Gift I'm mentally shitting the wisdom of centuries Wit, go on like a centipede's length Rappers want flames, man, I injure these shrimps Skew em on the barb' with some hickory chips I'm a level higher than the intermediate Rappers, I don't care about your gender, descent Background, police records, history, rent Unpaid evictions, charge penalties sent Merciless in battle leaving enemies bent, it's the Gift! [Chorus]
