Destiny Defined

Yo
Laced over this wonderful beat, dedicated to the heavenly devined
I choose to spit knowledge wit street, mentally inclined
I watch for those who snitch and snake, my enemies design
Since 89, more than a decade of a century is timed
Life's right decisions kept me from bein in penitentiary crime
This rap game, conquered by my illness, but it'd be eventually mine
But I get depressed like ya system effectted wit amphetamine dyes
When Im lookin into my memories shrine
And realize
That my regrets can turn into a future thats meant to be mine
From now on ever verse I spit is considered a destiny rhyme
Cause every rhyme I spit can alter my future, a new path created
Look at the ancient Islamic scholars who invented math equations
Those cats amazin, but today we think dudes wit gats amazin
I'm sure any scholar can pop a gat, but a "gansgta" can't revolutionize mathematics
Like Algebra, then turned into Calculus by Newton, everlast the savage
Destiny provided us wit World Wars, impacts wit damage
When the Chinese exported opium, now we have crack and habbits
Which translates into more streets stacked wit attics
When the Kl Klux Klan killed blacks and faggots
When Jesus Christ, the savior prophet, was had from Nazareth
History reflects every person's path to follow
It jus takes strategy to survive, so you can surpass tomorrow
Every gat is clapped wit sorrow
Cause you kno a life can't be borrowed
So when you bout to pull dat trigger, consider ya destiny
Cause it can fuck up ya life, perfect ingredients of ya recipe
Manifest? nah, we build expansions where the rest follow me
Advances in techinal objects, or we bustin techs? we call it technology
Dance wit da destiny, maybe they'd find a cure for cancer
Cause I believe every question there is always followed by an answer...

One love...

Methods of Warfare

Ayo, war is a serious subject to many when the blood and guns involved
Cause bullets are a cycle of life and that's how the slugs revolve
But sometimes it can be avoided, other times its necessary
Bloodshed and wounds increase but the rest is scary
Cause a war can be fought for a good cause, but maybe not
War against terrorism? or war against oil?, too many crazy plots
See, war is a solution for those are willin to kill
It's a mentality that can't be fucked with, fulfilillin their will
War can be placed in a battleground
With an environment surrounded by shattered rounds
Your thinking is, I'm already here, so why does it matter now?
5 minutes later, you get splattered, plaow!
And then ya next troop gets shot, another man is down....
Rules of engagement can be applied, cause shit is jus unpredictable
There's no such thing as 9 lives or bein invincible
You can believe in god, believe in the visuals
Spiritual, life's trife rituals, independent individuals
Willin to grab a rifle and just aim at their enemies
Once they pull the trigger, they trace back to their gracious memories
When you first learned how to ride a bike
When you remember the first time to decide to fight
When you remember all ya holidays and birthdays celebrated
When you remember ya critical points, to get you elevated
Then all that can be GONE, ya next moment is heaven or hell is waitin
So when you decide to pull that trigger, make sure you have a good cause
Cause shit that happen in the battlefield, can be applied wit unwriiten hood laws
You can compare the battlefield to the streets of harsh ghettos
It's all about claimin territories and weapons, overshadowed by dark devils
Sparked metal, who's the one that will rise or jus stay soft like a marshmellow
Snitchin isnt permitted at all
I stay in parkin lots wit my bible, reading the visions thats raw
And learn that Jesus was preachin that we shouldnt be transmitten to war
But I'm also confused cause at times, I need to defend myself
In order to survive my enemies and to extend my health
Warfare can be straight combats, biological
Psyhcological, lyrical, spirtual
Based on life's unwritten principles
Cause I follow these important things in a time of violence
You might wanna listen to this, I'll break it down wit science...

1. Never let ya enemies know what you thinkin
Always come wit da unexpected, catch em when they blinkin

2. Never trust anybody in a time of trife
Cause ya best friend might be the one who u really fight
It can be a bitch when you find yourself in trouble dog
To find out that you just got double-crossed

3. Never snitch cause it's bad karma, you'll get snitched on eventually
Change ya whole perspective and strengthen yourself mentally
Always be prepared for anythin, come wit da proper weaponary...

Whether you fightin in Iraq or fightin in the streets
War is always a possibilty, don't always ride wit da heat
There's many things you can use like i listed above
Let there be peace for now, iight, one love.....

Lyrical Experimentation

A lyrical genius, spitin bars over mics in which wackness contradicts
Come at anybody, the nicest emcees, i got raps that can make a monster rip
I got infected rhymes that would make a doctor flip
I'll attack any crew, go ahead and aim for the mobsters, cliques
I'll come wit lyrical jabs and go ahead and make a boxer trip
Gats ready, mack heavy, and now I got to the poppin clips
Another dead emcee and now we got the trunks to lift
They call me Poppa Slick, where we chill and take vodka sips
We hit the scene big like when Casablanca hits
This goes out to the NYC, From the BK to where the Yonkers sits
Gots to go out and get my sponsers drift
I go ahead and produce more bars than Willy Wonka's shift
Have you repeatin my verse and now you bump my shit
It was all love at first but then the daps decrease
I guess you got sick of me when you saw how my raps decease
I spit on the mic like dealers deliver crack to streets
I spit on the mic like killers who clap the heats, the gats is sweet
I spit on the mic like producer who produce the tracks and beats
Come at you with redefining gravity raps, sick aero dynamics
Ill put ya crew out of business and have you fallen faster than the Titanic
Doses of chemicals run through ya veins like Trimanic
But not for medical purposes, poison ya blood, I planned it
The organized lyrical ciphers, I ran it, the mics, I hand it
You kno you flirtin wit death when i spit, so why panic?
My lyrical opponents become innocent by standards
Come hard with lyrical rhyme cannons, ya time slanted
My crimes granted, Antoine Soze, the sly bandit
Been off the radar for awhile but now im targeted and even snipers on it
My cipher's phonics exceed the sounds of hypersonics
Sick like venom that come out of a viper's toxic
Who wanna battle with me? we can go and ignite the media
After I'm done rapping, publish Ill Defined's lyrical encyclopedia
Ya condition of living is when you touch my mics and develop hyphephilia
You still want it man? I doubt so
But if you want, my heated exchange of words can give you a mouthful
Come get me kid, cause I kno you scared in heart
I'm rare with art, but if you ready, I'm prepared to start......

Random Thoughts Freestyle

the ill defined, yea i came bac and im ready to spit, ready to flow
moschettis and blows, i drop more rhymes than confetti and chrome
make you see red like spaghetti at home, you aint steady wit thrones
I come wit da king's intent, ready to rule the jungle
The laid back spectrum but im ready for trouble, don't fumble
like runningbacks wit slippery hands
Im like the spotlight of the field, as I vision the fans
Like a dealer, Im livin wit Grams, spittin wit clans
Been out for a week and I had to do some soul searchin
Got the paths to follow, my goals workin, parole lurkin
for those in jail, opportunities limited
Footsteps left behind like a bball game wit mad pivitition
And im livin in, this world, filled wit these grimey creatures
I don't kno who to believe anymore? we misled by teachers
Who dont care bout da cirriculum, only a paycheck
Tony Untouchable, the one who can blaze techs
Ill shoot the underdog so you can raise bets, I blaze vets
Da Kartel, filled wit animals, the leader who raise pets
I display cred, but I understand my environments
Explained by archeologists and scientists
The lyrical ammo is where i be applyin this, desigin hits
To aim at dudes who are potential targets
I spit underground raps, overshadowed wit da black markets
But yo, kno this one thing, if you sell out and then you lose ya heart
Ill put mics in Prospect Park, and then we can pursue the art
Ill spit over anythin, beats, bird chirrpins, and even trash cans
We got war on terrorism, in the streets, government, and Afghans
A sniper or gangsta is aimed to blast mans, grab clans
Off my mind, combine random thoughts not similiar to others
Why we pop brothers and mothers? Limit the violence for real
Cause emotional stability cant be measured, the science concealed
We live in a corrupt society, where we handle things violently
Cause I express things inside of me, privately, the whole thing in its entirety
But whatever happens til this day foward, I promise to lead
Ill be honest wit peeps, bombers and thiefs, knowledge is key
My lyrical college is free
Dollars and weed, but you can call me the Scholar of streets....

Lost Aspects

We live in a world where we use our ignorant strategies
The result, where our faith lies in our destiny, present in the stars of the galaxies
Another lost rapper in the game, just adds to the list of casualties, gradually
Reflections gleam on us, all we can do is track back, and chase traps
Like my rhymebooks flooded in the matrix, misplaced raps
My form of art, is through writtens, no more A.K. gats
See, violence is one form to express but its serious when there's bloodshed
There's more to rap than how much there is in a thug's cred
Or how many slugs fed, to those who put their back on the ropes
Or who used to sell crack wit the ghosts, or who used to pack wit the toast
Cause it all goes back to the most -- determined, most intelligent
It's not always about who da best or hardest to rep their settlements
It's not always bout who can better rep the bloods or crips
Or who can roll wit da most thugs and cliques
Or who can pull da most slugs and grips
You can be the illest hustla, but you can never hustle ya soul
It's not about who can sell the most records, always set a couple of goals
Always touch upon many subjects, never set yaself to one topic
It's not about who got the most loot, it's not about the extreme profit
It's not about how much ice you got, or the price you floped
It's not about how many fights you popped
I'd rather see your ability for how many mics you rock
I'm not tryin to preach, and I'm not a hyporcrite
I'm just a student of the game, tryin to stay off that ignorance
Significance, arithmetics, is all aspects to concentrate
When it's ya time to shine, no room to comtemplate...