Loose on the Leaves

known to turn slave words loose on the leaf
 glued to the beat like goo to your new sneaks
 true heat, spread askew through these zoo streets
 peaks a few reached, true a dude speak unique
 tell to switch it up, bless 'em with the new me, ooh
 food for thought, its a recipe from a sufi
 who choose to speak and truth seek its his duty
 and shine a light, in the night, when the city's gloomy
 i'm on some abstract preambling
 mad max factor, badlands that we travel in
 hairline fracture any wack rapper at a whim
 swear a fine actor dab hand at the mandolin
 you can't handle him, his whole flow is out of phase
 moves like a ghost or some lost soul from outerspace
 boldly missioning where few dare to reach
 known to turn slave words loose on the leaf
 with this kind a momentum it's too hard to stop me
 these guys are acetate i'm more like a rock piece
 ora shock streets turn a mock doctor knock need
 got e's and other such concocts to shot skeen
 my shit is hardly sloppy
 actin like i cared rockin half a paper poppy
 operation solid not shaken like fast jalopies
 nor opaquely pink like faintly inked carbon copies
 i'm a time-travellin' academic to some i'm just a menace
 tryin ta catch a quick handful from they penance
 never were they ever further from the truth
 but their paranoid perceptions of the boy act as f-x
 and thats something like a force field
 next flex positively powered but the core's real
 raw steel four wheel drivin', lift the quartz shield
 morse spiel, dottin off my messages with forged seals