Lyrical Technique

[Verses 1: Capital D]
My brain bursts with verses because I’m versatile
Coon kids kicking curses get to rehearsal while
Echoing contents of compliments and commentaries
Characters caricatures like Tom and Jerry
Give me a momentary monetary value
Had some virgin values—you need to join a monastery
Your mind of finance is strictly unsubstantial
Ancillary fairy tales like Gretel and Hansel
We cancel as I emancipate minds with acetate
Blow out with Tone like acetone fascinate
Gravitate to a gaseous state, precipitate
Back to Earth, my flow rains and hits the pavement
Rejoicing in a waterfall, b-boys used to forever Saul
And never stall—the rest of y’all need to purchase parasols
For forty days and nights, I’m blazing mics
Posting jewels that hip hop lit at some adjacent sites
Case in points is fresh-year syllabus
I’ll pen it iller, distant all of you illiterates
And drag a shaky figure like a cigarette
Cool, no matter how live the next nigga get
I’ll kick a curse or two, but, mostly, I’m immersing you
In oceans of lessons like Epson to a person, dude
I’ll soothe the soul, throwing salt upon the secondaries
Like McNair, I'm the Air/heir apparent, legendary
Find Mary innovative, illustrative
Shy native, fly, authoritative
Wouldn’t it be great if all communicative
Clowns cooperated and dictated
Nouns to get the crowd half as elated?
It’s King David. The contemplative delegated
Plaintiff and defender of the hip hop agenda
Rule-bender, lyrical technique inventor

[Hook: Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
“Lyrical technique” - Sample from Capital D on All Natural - "It's OK" (x4)
“More deadly than ass kicks and letting a TEC speak” - Sample from Capital D on All Natural - "It's OK"

[Verse 2: Capital D]
Labels dicking sons like Emily
I sympathize with you clowns but could never feel no empathy
It’s simply behind my scope of comprehension
Cap be compelled to expel competition
Peep the premonition fifty years provides. I’ll plan to
Make a record and freestyle both sides
Putting multiple meanings into rhymes I’ll flip. My shit’s
Too high-tech for 24-bit ships
In twenty-five years, there’ll be a listening device
The studies will confirm that the kid was nice
But in the present tense, I’ll be going ghetto gold
With the brother Tony Fields, Natural meadows to stroll
Checking out the green leaves all around the planet
Pacific to Atlantic, lay your vocal and pan it, and it
Don’t stop like osmosis [?]
Penetrated, knowledge is disseminated
Losers are eliminated, forever faded by the way
I defecated. Picked the time, picked the place
But your face never made it. Belated ‘cause you didn’t want
To be berated, beat down, and abated
The insurgent, belligerent b-boy be battling
The ignorant. I swear it’s for their own benefit
Fifty years from now, I’m the one that you’ll thank
For forcing you to quit and get that job at the bank. I got the

[Hook: Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
“Lyrical technique” - Sample from Capital D on All Natural - "It's OK" (x4)
“More deadly than ass kicks and letting a TEC speak” - Sample from Capital D on All Natural - "It's OK"