Equational MC - Stamina Raw (88 Bars) Lyrics

Still cuttin' it live, uh

I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep the fists from around my jaw
Clowns get sawed with the verbs and the nouns I draw

It's off-camera, before '94, I got at 'em like the law
Kicked down a door, pound on a suckas jaw
They soundly trounced, they on the floor when I bounce
I count amounts, it's usually at least a half a ounce

You needin' council, unfounded doubts taking you out
Meanwhile my rhymes sit heavy just like a cake and a stout
You flummoxed, could you stomach hatin' a fake in a drought?
No doubt, I ain't that guy, don't be makin' that out

You hooked, I'm reeling like fishing on a lake for some trout
Like eating takeout in the fall, you sippin' on stout?
Don't flake out, the frosty superhero bustin' his cape out
Magnificent, you cloaked in drapes and impotent

I simply get a bit militant, bumpin' into simpletons
They pimply, plus their cheeks dimpled, I ain't into 'em
Ren and Stimpy-like shrimps, yo this is pimps and guns
Crimp your wimpy run, I got a itchy one

You stick to it but the grip's slippin', you iffy son
Fishy with your funds, you been finished since day one
Its like a day stayin' in London, straying off when sayin' stunners
Makin' wonders appear, when suckas taken under

You fade under, blunder away, my jams stray thunder
Puff like Rick Williams call me Miami Dade runner
Days of plunder for a pirate, that's OK, gunner
Dashin' through the field by trees, call me the blade runner

Rays of the sun hit me sideways, I vibe for days
Live on display, my tribe hydroponic blaze
They'll serve it up five ways in private driveways
They arrive drivin' with knives, high on Fridays

You could try for days but never do it my way
Inside my rhymes is brewin, the emcees is gettin ruined
Blue in the face, you schooled dudes already knew it
I'll get into it, like it's nothing new but rather fluid

About 88 bars so far, I brought that stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law, keep your fists from around the jaw
Clowns get sawed with these verbs and the nouns I draw

I get into it like it's nothing new but rather fluid
There's something to it, the rhymes I chuck and others rue it
They contemplate how fermented pitted grapes could turn into wine
After a certain date, that's certain fate

I'm spurting late, bars in my machine I create
You try to fight, it's cake, your neck and back I'll break
Too much at stake to take, on tracks that's gettin' baked
I'm gettin' baked in my studio, it's give and take

I live makin' this music to wake the brain
Sustain trainloads of game, never diluting the lane
Remainin' true to the game, explainin I'm still the same
Examine frames, you'll see the frame of mind that I contain

Like Corporal Clegg, I'll go off, pop a fork in a leg or thigh
Depending on how often but it's said that I'm high
Not vegan nor vegetarian, I get the best of common Aryans
Don't wear black sparingly, I scare 'em

Dreader rock mics better, bet, catch the weather gettin' better
Mailman letter hittin' me up for cheddar? donations
Somehow, I rock the whole nation
Like lines printed out, and y'all would need some co-llation

I collect pounds of flesh, and that's a metaphor
For astounding bro, you know the rest, I got hundreds left
And right, unsighted and more that's to come
See me kick my rhymes like an orphan son off in the sun

In a basket on the Nile, or deep in a blue lagoon
So you new buffoons, go gag on spoons
June was comin' when I wrote this back in April, early
Last year, now June's here, the kid's two years

With them next to me, I'm blessed
With destiny to wreck mic checkin's, it's just like ecstasy
Jim, McMahon ain't seen shit like this since the Rams in 79
How I fight man to man

I'll call you two can Sam, you'll probably eat 2 cans of spam
Try to jam, you suck, you'll get canned
I got the ruckus enough, just got to stick my plan
I implement it, that's how the game could get the jewels ran

You got a lane but it's a fool's plan
While my fans convergin' in stands, just to see this new man
Do what I gotta do man, I hit shots so far, I come through man
I used to see Blue Man on Astor then

Now it's a disaster anytime I punish suckers on mics
Even ones made out of plastic
Every spastic rapper nappin', you will end up in cat shit
Black can rap out back, so you can catch it for free

Then you'll see suckas down on they knees
So if you know, these sloppy Joes could never get rid of me
The epitome, weaklings sneakily tripped, so easily
You see me freakin', I'm gettin' sleazy, breeze is hittin' trees

88 Bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats out in Fatima saw
Down by law, so keep the fists from around the jaw
Clowns get sawed with the verbs and nouns I draw