Your Voice

Proud like a panther, a jaguar snarls an anthem
This wilderness of bliss contradicts my mind's answer
Lose it. Why in the hell you think you knew this?
I rule this circumference, portraits written in blueprints
Demanding a Frank Lloyd Wright design at Guggenheim's
Pile up, taking it higher, I architect my lines
Ever so civilized. No, never I'm synthesized
Sympathize with those who know how to measure the time
Need the harmony. Yes, the sound follows me
The voice is the reason I need. I hear you calling me
Never falsetto, my lines revise ghettos
Remember the tenor as I iTunes down the treble echo
Just a blacksmith, I raps heavy metal
And pound my Amy Bass to taste the lower levels
So what you need, oh yes, the least of these, my brethren
Look at dope boys and devil them
Like rock stars riding in the back of the cop cars
The voice is a choice that I made, but isn't that bizarre?
Yes, I hear it in the terms of endearment
Just sign the dotted lines and the fine print, I smeared it
Wise words I heard turned to lyrics
The undiluted truth recouped without the interference
The appearance is now, the king and the crown
Hear the trumpet sound, booming voice in the clouds, we gets...