"""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect as I begin to build.""
[Bahamadia]
I'm mystical; don't be deceived by the visual
Visible preference is pure; patent it back to metaphors
Greetin' 'em Illa del style wild
Analyze my memoirs, runnin' on eight, four poetic meter
Soarin' way beyond
Iambic pentameter or juvenile flam
Unsyncopated soul, piercin' earlobes and egos
My vocals read these thoughts - am I hardcore?
To the grain
[Guru]
Lame-game, plain-Jane emcees can't approach these
I shake chumps like fleas; I hold the keys
To drive you, guide you, provide you
With the real joints; ahem, I clear my throat of phlegm
The architect, selecting the blueprints
To rid the game of nuisance
Sucker reducin' with the fusion
Rhymes solid like cement in my musical solution
Stackin' concrete flows; look out below
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect as I begin to build.""
[Guru]
Rhymes get all up in your grill like freckles
Most emcees couldn't see me with bifocal spectacles
There's no protectin' you; with realness, I'm wreckin' you
I'm beggin' you - take a look into the cipher
You're dirt on my windshield, so I'm turnin' on my wipers
And I can see clearly now
No other rapper is near me
And all you perpetrators shall fear me now
[Bahamadia]
Never flip folklores, only realness
Coincide with the rhythm like I did with Total Wreck
Respect the architect in this division
Rhymes written to be hittin' like anti-proton collisions
Rap newest edition, bringin' the feminine in renditions
In rare form, defined as optimal for my pedigrees
In skill three like three-sixty degrees as in well-rounded
Leavin' the competition dumb-founded
For when I catch wreck, I astound
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So respect the architect... as I begin to build.""
[Guru]
Floor to ceiling, constantly building
With power to construct towers of rap cream, kid; what?
Dreamin' you're lyrical, physical, mystical?
Your concept's mediocre, plus you're way too typical withcha
Corny delivery and crazy, whack voice
Mad corny image; that's why I give you jitters
It figures I'd have to dust you off the scene
Like a wiseguy, with my New York lean
[Bahamadia]
Lines that I supply fortify the nuclei of mindstate
From state to state, universal, be the orals that I create
Top notch and on lock like Sentry; opponents could never tempt me
Samplin' my style like an Akai S-950, and still can't get with me
While I spread this verbal plague like bubonic
Conductin' phonics like the Philharmonics
I make in measured melody; kids praise me like the crucifix
So place Bahamad' amongst your top ten of emcees
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So, respect the architect.""
""So respect the architect... as I begin to build.""
[Guru]
Yeah, neverending, knah I'm sayin? Always buildin'
My homegirl Bahamadia in the hidouse, yeah, yeah
And of course, my man the legend
Ramsey Lewis
So respect the architect, knah I'm sayin?
One love
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