Training's Conclusion from Knowhere by Cashus Flow & Five Sicks

R.I.P. TO SEAN P AND PRODIGY
I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER IN THE HELTAH SKELTAH MOBBING DEEP
OUT HERE IN KNOW WHERE WE'VE GOT A LOT OF CAMARADERIE
THERE'S HONOR IN HONESTY
AND ALL WE'VE GOT IS REALITY
FOR PENS COLLECTED AND SPENT
THIS ENVIRONMENT'S WHERE THE DINOSAURS WENT
SPENT COLLECTING THEIR RENT
FOR MINDLESS WARS
AND DESTINY'S A SPINELESS WHORE
SO CLIMB ABOARD AND RIDE THE WRETCH
YOUR FORTUNE HIDES BEHIND REMORSE
THERE'S ALWAYS CHANCES AND WE NEVER FIND THE TIME
BUT TONIGHT WE'RE GONNA DANCE LIKE IT WAS 2099
AND WHEN THE SUN COMES UP I'LL SIT BACK AND WRITE A RHYME
TO LET MY SPIRIT COMMUNICATE AND EXERCISE MY MIND
IN A LYRICAL LANGUAGE
LYRICS ARE MYTHICAL INCANTATIONS AND MIRACLES SANCTIONED
SPITTING A FLOW WITH A MYSTICAL EMANATION
WE CALL IT FINESSENCE
FINESSING THE ESSENCE WITH EXTRASENSORY PERCEPTION, INCREDIBLE PENMANSHIP AND DEADLY REFLECTIONS
SO CHECK IT

WE'VE ALWAYS TRAINED FOR THE ILLUSION
CONTAINED IN A BLUEPRINT
A CHANGE OF RULES ALWAYS REMAINED THE CONCLUSION
AND WHILE THE FAKERS TAKE THEIR PLACE
WE STAY TO FACE THEM AS STRANGERS
AS OLD MIRAGES FADE AWAY WE LAY TO WASTE THE REMAINDERS

FEEL IT IN THE ATMOS'
FEEL THIS SHIT LIKE LACTOSE
OR GOOSEBUMPS IN YOUR COLORECTAL DEUCE DUMP
FULL RESPECT
TO-GO
WE'RE SUCH A SPECTACLE I THOUGHT I'D LET YOU KNOW BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE CATCHES ON AND THEN IT'S NOT SO COOL
QUICK TO FLIP THE SCRIPT SO GIMME LEEWAY
DIZZY KIDS, GIVE MY SHIT SOME SPINS AND INSTANT REPLAYS
FRESHER THAN YOUR FILIPINO DJ
GOT A LOTTA TREES BUT ON THE REAL THERE 'LL BE NO FREE BLAZING
UNLESS WE'RE PEOPLE WE WON'T BE BURNING EQUAL
'CAUSE LIKE THOSE SEABIRDS AND EAGLES WE EARN EVERY GREEN NOTE
WE'RE FEASIBLY REGAL WITH DOE AND REASONABLY DEEP WITH AMIGOS
FREAKING A BEAT ON THE LOW
SPEAKING ILLEGAL
AND YO
I NEVER COULD SNITCH
BUT THAT DON'T MAKE ME SHOOK, BITCH
THAT STRICTLY HOOD SHIT GETS BF'ED LIKE GOODRICH
DUMP YOU OFF IN WOODBRIDGE
OUT WITH THE BUGS AND STICKS, PICK-UP TRUCKS AND HICKS
SO YOU CAN SPEND SOME TIME SUCKING DICKS
MATTER OF FACT YOU CAN CAPTURE THE BATCH
YOUR TRACKS ARE VAGINAL LIKE ALL YOUR RAPS ARE TRAPPED IN A SNATCH
HOW MANY OF THESE FUCKERS HATCH IN A CATCH
A DIME A DOZEN
BAGGING TRASH
I'M THROWING HALF OF 'EM BACK
WE'RE FUCKING ILLER THAN A CAT SCRATCH OR RATS WITH THE BLACK DEATH
COLLAPSE YOU LIKE A LUNG AND STEAL THE MAGIC FROM YOUR LAST BREATH
THEN DRAG IT BACK TO THE DOJO IN SLO-MO
WHERE FANCY, ANTI-SOCIAL FOLKS ARE WAITING FOR THE FLOW
SO
WE'VE ALWAYS TRAINED OUR PERCEPTION AGAINST THE DECEPTION EMBEDDED IN OUR SENSES SINCE GENESIS
UNTIL THE END OF THIS
PROTECT THE INTELLECT BECAUSE THE DEVIL WANTS OUR WISDOM ECLIPSED WITH IGNORANCE IN THE BLOOD

WE'VE ALWAYS TRAINED FOR THE ILLUSION
CONTAINED IN A BLUEPRINT
A CHANGE OF RULES ALWAYS REMAINED THE CONCLUSION
AND WHILE THE FAKERS TAKE THEIR PLACE
WE STAY TO FACE THEM AS STRANGERS
AS OLD MIRAGES FADE AWAY WE LAY TO WASTE THE REMAINDERS

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