Considering it's US Poetry Month I offer this:
Quality Control
by J5
Zaakir's the name, the aka soupa, the verbal acupuncture from ya dope old schoola,
I used to be the brother for others they used to dumb on,
Now they be the lovers of brothers, they can't front on
Put me in the mix, lp 12", sp, the elegant poetic pestilence
I'm carbonated, plus anti-confederated, highly commemorated and the most celebrated
For connecting it, word, verb subject to the predicate
Plus I got the etiquette, to keep it moving and show my cats how it's done
Cause it's the verbal compact position #1
We keep it beaming like a beacon, if it's lyrics that you're seeking.
Whether black or Puerto Rican people back us when we speaking
We got the kind of rhymes to get you ready for the weekend,
To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing
our tempeture is freezing, all kind of different regions
The rhythm is the reason your checking for what we've done
Please son, our thesis, 'll rip your crew in pieces
Your rhymes ain't ripe homeboy you ain't in season
Ayo my quality control, captivates your mind, body and soul
For who the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big bad and bold b-boys of old
We'll it's the angelic man relic clan repellant,
My transparent manuscripts withstand bullets
Flashing like a Japan tourist we command pure hits
While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
My fam summits to pray 5 times a day, climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
j5 finds a way to remain supreme
Coming verbally harder son as if my name was Kadeem.
Hey yo my team dream works, without Spielbergs I spill words
communicate from the earth throughout the universe
I transmit, transcripts transcontinental, lyrics deeply rooted in your spirit
I love the power of words, nouns and verbs, the pen and the sword, linguistic on'award,
No folklore's or myths in my penmanship, the path of scholar warriors is what I present
Verbally decapitating those against us,
Jihah'fasibili'lah, my words make sense
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab,
Letters make words and sentences make paragraphs
I make the pen capsize the brother with the planet eyes
planting knives every pen that I utilize, spit juice
crack blood from your tooth, inflict truth speak Allah's 99 attributes
Hey yo you baby mc's drink pedialite
While underground doesn't like you the media might
But we the elite we'll change that as we bridge gaps
in this lyrical grudge match brothers we slug back
We bless tracks wit da help of a raw rap
Imprinted like paw tracks all over your brain rack
My mental maneuver will clearly steer right through ya
We grand like puba understand that we move ya
A yo my rhythm reveal rollercoast the real deal
Revolutionize react and build, I plant my dreams in a field and wait to harvest my skills
For the starving mc hungry trying to get a meal
Ayo my quality control, captivates your mind body and soul
For who the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Big bad and bold b-boys of old
