Semi Six - Silver Moon

I break hearts of gold under sliver moons

The taste of victory is sweet from a silver spoon

The spoils of war

Your kingdom go from Royal to poor

I make my haters blood boil some more

A chef over the stove

A crest over the clothes

I dress doper fasho

Leave dead soldiers with holes

In battle fields

Swing the Excalibur and crack ya shield

I do this 4 Da Fam Jay, Mack, Amil

Mass appeal
Have ya body pushing up daffodils

Tracks and skill

Is a seared steak that you bite off

My hands cold enough to throw a Sub Zero ice ball

I’m what you call a Don

Or Malcolm X surviving the shooting at the Audubon

Real son of David so I’m Solomon

Thinking all the words you never thought to rhyme

Ayo, match to the fuse

Air Jordan Black Cement twos

Jackets and jewels

I’m in the ring practicing moves

You can’t learn this from no classes in schools
I throw a jab and you lose

You hit the canvas and snooze

All my enemies buried in the catacomb

Look

Every king has a throne

Top of Detroit, no Nore, Trag, Capone

I give a Cold shoulder not a warm embrace

Pouring Ace

Ralph Lauren glasses and RalphLauren case

Uh

Rhymin to the flute and snare

Inside foreign dirt, both my boots in there

Deep up in the game I had to shoot a flare
Sharp like Andis going through his hair

Jalen Rose lining with the taper fade

Gators laced

On a paper chase

Outkast Elevators play

Im a Shepard to a herd of goats

The words is dope

Larry Bird the stroke

And set the record straight like Herc and Coke

The Spades is here

All my raps go through ya basic ear

The nigga that you hate to cheer

Die riding my wave, I’m Lake Lanier

Hennessy frame tint

The industry ain’t shit

You blinded by the enemy blade glint

And still got ya sword sheathed

Break ya defense with the war hammer wielded by the war chief

Ralph Lauren sport fleece

With the jays

Every page in my rhyme book worth a brick of yay

College ruled

Make Def Jams like a Hollis dude

Sucka emcees I demolish you

Shine like the Fortress of Solitude

On a sunny day

No cloud in sight

Rappers hear me rap and try to sound alike

On my body of work they chow and bite

So against they jaw I throw a pound of might

Make em bow in fright then I leave with the crown and mic

Every rap crack you got both lips around the pipe

Pookie, Gator , Coogi’s, pagers

Envied by the goofy haters, Truly major

My mind a nine my pen just like a uzi,laser

Uh

Forget food for thought

I’ll just chew your brain for food

Take over like the black Moors did in Spain and rule

Superman cape was red Batman cape was blue

I’m more than capable to do what supervillains made to do

Blowing up buildings, holding hostages to make the news