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Blackalicious

Genres: Hip-Hop

Reanimation Lyrics - Blackalicious

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 signature 

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 light hype 

Swerving off a nitro ice-cold quarter pint 

 

Saw the bright light, rappers caught a night-night 

Bona fide nice ice, Dolomite 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 

 

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 signature 

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 

 

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 scepter 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 

G-A-B'll bring the richness of the sun into your gray 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 

 

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 signature 

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 

 

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 

 

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 signature 

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 

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