A true story street/jazz type track. This is one my favorite tracks I've ever blazed. Don't miss out on this gem. Produced by Skwirm.
One of the illest emcees coming up fast. Listen and download tracks right now to brag to your friends how you knew Paranom before he blew up.
"When we hug the mics we get busy... Come and have a good time with G.O.D."
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I envision, my position, to be on the top
And never stopped, because of what I've written //
Includin the skill of what I've smitten, with ease
And all the crowds I pleased, but many times //
I fell off the scene, and the face of the Earth
Equivalent to the trickilin down of a tear stream //
And falsified my claims as a fierce force and burned down my fortress
With no front lines or resources //
Never used the best of my choices
Held my ownself down and was never hoisted //
Never came the potential to be the best
It was a result and consequence of my negligent //
Ways, but continue to evaluate the resumé
Of an optical specialist harder than Chevrolets //
Gettin carried away with a case of Chardonnay
Speedin past the cops to make the matinee //
(Chorus)
This is the Paranom, king of the streets
Increase the pressure, so I can release //
Legions of war, then ten feet of peace
They don't no more, they want me to cease //
De-sist the reasons of why I'm pissed
I will, never do that I won't be missed //
Now we'll, share together and weather the storm
Prepare the masses of what's unborn //
(Verse 2)
Hence the category of phantom allegory
And fanstasms, you got girls? I come up and grab em //
Give them blurs a roofie glass
Guess who's ahead of the class //
Fast forward to the past, beginning of my adolescent
Tears, kicked out the crib durin the Holidays //
My heart on ice is what I feared
Especially in Church durin the New Year //
But that was then, this is now
A chance I found, to make dollars invite the clouds //
To hang around my business, never seems to be finished
And everytime I'm hittin the climax I'm diminished //
New ballistics is introduced
Paranom is a reincarnate of the ultimate emcee //
You fill in the blank
And every nigga who's never spat this is walkin the plank //
Ain't, you the pinnacle of your faith who
Worships snakes, and most of all, fall in my traps? //
Overhauled and slammed in shat
I'll make sure my white tee's off when I fall in your rap //
Show me your chevrons, and I'll show you the mics
That prove I'm a verteran in that //
But I want more cycles than laundromats
And expand my empire like the Bobcats //
(Chorus)
