Guerrilla Techniques Lyrics

Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece

R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be

Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets

I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats

Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat

How you figure there's anyone doper than me

I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats

Just so happen that rappin a natural feat

Time all I need to complete all my sequences, life is an intricate thing

I'm an intricate being, in a world full of hideous schemes

All the media made to demean

I just came to redeem everything that is sacred and clean

It ain't all about paper, it seem every time that I make it it came with additional bills

All the verses was ill I created, they made in my images

Relate events in the sentences, even entrenched in the system

I had to envision a way out

Blast off with the beat, outer space now

Stars, still I face clouds

Shuttle for shawty, as soon as she entered my atmosphere, face down

My music a symbol of taste now

I can't een help it but make all these great sounds

Everyday feel like a race, I'm just tuning my instruments

Knowledge be infinite, I'm out here livin it

Different predicaments, all my inventions was limitless

Doja the stimulus, Sudanese pyramids

If you are hearin this, listen

Slank a New Afrikan, griot musician

Eons and distance, these do not change my existence

Rappin to me is like fitness, yo

Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece

R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be

Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets

I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats

Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat

How you figure there's anyone doper than me

I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats

Just so happen that rappin a natural feat

Ayo, what do you mean? I was locked in the booth till the spring

Got air drops through the roof for the green, if you seen what I seen

Then you'd know every time I convene with the mic my results is pristine

Ain't no doper than me, even close an impossible feat

Every second, improve my technique, hit the lab for a week

Nigga sow what you reap in these words, I go deeper than earth, yo

Practice makes perfect I heard, I'm just out here rehearsing

The purpose I'm put on the surface for

Hard to discern a more dope individual, I'm like the pinnacle rapper

These niggas typical bastards, mythical masters

I hope to quicken they last words

Slank my shit intricate, passwords

Brain to the mic see me pass words

Guerrilla techniques, Polo the fleece

R.I.P. to Patrice, he was real as they be

Like Pierre Mulele, he took Mao to the streets

I got one with the beats, always learn from defeats

Boost XP, mission passed, then repeat

How you figure there's anyone doper than me

I mean doper than we, Slank the illest on Merrimac beats

Just so happen that rappin a natural feat