Styles from Cosmic Process by Graphic Melee

You complacent/ while I'm acid raining to burn and flip ya brain in/to a higher plain in this maze of a matrix they got us placed in/ Get the picture that I'm taking/ Octane blazing out the tank and/ Shaking the pages foundation/ Done waiting/ I'll break in to take a higher ranking/ I'm banking on banking you stankin cowardly emcees that's making/ a mockery of the language that my style is bathed in/ 40 years strong. This music don't need saving/ Each block was a safe haven claiming that's the place the flavor went/ My aiming in the game has been the straightest/ Kevin Durant from the line/ for you players I'm changing into over rated haters/ of the concentrated effort I'm demonstrating/ DJ plates accelerate/and levitate in a state weightless/ Play some Melee in the playlist catch a headache from the cadence/ Too tightly braided woven when I say this/ Phases of amazing grace when/ I place pens to trace statements/ Crazy phrases out my face when/ I'm going harder than pavement.

Amazing with the boogie to boot/ Ain't the type to do the Dougie I just run up and shoot/ word play that got you jumpy when I'm out on the loose/ Heard me play now you're humming to my sounds from the booth/ Earn A's from how I'm housing a loop/ Turn breaks into chow and I chew/ Burn 8's then spit a gallon of truth/ Rip any rhythm I choose/ Got tools for you to hear all of my views and have you mouthing em too/ Use my mouth as a tool/ Weapon pronouncing some jewels/ Count all the fools/ in my view/ then clear em out of the room/ Styles, I count em twos/ Start a round and I'll bruise/ emcees in 50 different shades of some black and some blues/ I'll be relaxed and recluse/ a battle axe on the loose/ Cadillac funk banging just balance the boom/ catalyst to bend styles/ when I balance the room/ Never a challenge to do/ the styles I got for challenging you/

Don't hop on trends/ I just keep it all original/ Against an army of cloned men/ I'm a lone individual/ Graphic is the visual/ Melee is the struggle then/ 151 emcee/ Y'all, more like some Rumpleman's/ Style fresh like double mints/ go off smooth like rubber grips/ Harder than Bach concertos blind folded oven mitts/ Emcee, producer, dj triple double it/ I'm loving it/ Got style that goes Bam-Bam like its Betty Rubble's kid/ rough like stubble gets/ I'm duffel weighted luggage/ in plain sight but rugged/ Put a buffer on your summer hits/ While you slumber it's/ the time that I plunder/ Split a vinyl pile/ to 9 wild 808 funk numbers/ Scrape a crate and make thunder from a break drummer/ Pressure coming down on me but never break under/ My style should be the eighth wonder/ ... flip your whole world like waking up in blade runner

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland