Lyrics Jazz Back - ParanormL

Go tell it on the mountain
So I did I did
My name is Sachillpages and it's a pyramid
I climbed up to the elders where I'm old now too
I wished into the big Azule my breath blew
Traveling the winds due
I'm looking for the truth
That's when I busted out the booth
I read a few books that helped me remove a kind of noose
It made me kind of lonely
I felt like a void had opened could only be filled by my Sony's

Until my index flex
My tesselation connect
And before my eyes
I seen Hip Hop flip flop
I put my head down
Open my 3 eyes
And let my heart gun it
A sonnet emerged from the smoke of chronic
Like a Kangol I dawn it
This heavy weight that's crown
Can't cup it or place it on the ground
Under African locs
Receiving the most props
Spitting these trains of thoughts since The Nonce
Yeah they old times
Filled with gold lines
That I miss like Mom's eye's
Tried to tell no lies but I failed
But that's what art tries as I kick a tale
My intellect crashes
With men who only see dollar signs commas and dashes
That's mass control
And as for Sachii
I uphold hip hop and my fashion flashy
Every bit of classy
If you want a fresh beat then ask me
I write my rhymes in a ghost rhyme fight
At the edge of a ring of fire
With no controlled mic
A million M.C.'s never learned the 'ledge
And those same suckers get they heads put to bed
I'm reading these essays
These are my best days
Combined with the future
And the best of the old ways
For reclining in O.J.'s
And automated Teslas
Corinthian leather
With big plume feather
I made the verse drop forever
Cantos biters eat this like ham bone
You anthem to the reckless beat till you fathom that
I Formulate
Long game seems so strange to thwart evil with word play
Ballance the staff
Under Terror Dome rafts
Skank lightly on the path

Call me Duke Quincy
Or Prince Paul Shockley
Dr Sir Jinx Pooh rocks beats
That's homage
Silent barrage
Of epiphanies dawning
I lay the rhime down like soft fawn
As I grip the Baton
Connoisseur connoisseur
Mono or stereo
Transmuted Ariel
Elevating fist
Flailing arms to accent
Immemorial bars of the Griot Lament