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Sup The Chemist - Walls
(from the album Dust)
© copyright 1998, Sup The Chemist

Chorus:

If these for walls could talk what would they tell the industry about me, if these four walls could talk what would that conversation be

Verse One
Gilb when freaking
Creeping through verses like superman
Through the metropolis
Birth name Chris
Dropping ecclesiastical dialect
Spreading like infections
Receiving no medical attention
The beat is a reagent
Changing his lyrical substance
Into a aprotropaic antiseptic
Underground he kept it
Until his skills where perfected
Now he feels he's done it
So he's going public
Ingurgitating the mainstream
Replacing redundant, moraless writer's
By denigrating their sphere
His idiomatic expression
Put him in a category of his own when flexing
Exile like the x-men
Cause his writing make one have to think to comprehend

Chorus:

Music he uses it
Like pastors do pulpits
Commemorating words
That where written by prophets and disciples
With no religious titles
He believes Jesus is God
And God is Jesus
And that he can prove this as fact
To anyone who chooses not to believe this thesis
Chosen before he was a fetus
Way out like Kool Keith is
With his mental masterpieces
There like telekinesis
Cause things are moving without him touching
He gives credit for the energy
To the dope production
At a function
He comes harder than the CD
When he's splurging
Because he's a people person
Who appreciates?
Those who support his carrier
By spending money
And reserving time
To come up in the spot
And here him rhyme

Chorus

A man that sits in a crowded room
But feels lonely
Because he's surrounded by associates
Whose whole persona is so phony?
Part time homies
Clinging when it's convenient
Speaking but never mean it
And he's upset at this
Because these a lot of cats
Who wouldn't of came up so quick
If he would of chose to be selfish
But that's just the way it goes
Watch um lose points from low blows
Coming out with antiquated flows
Will soon aggravate those
Who purchase LP's
Wanting to here an emcee
Over some innovating beats
And he brings this type of heat
Crystallizing cats that use God
As a crutch
For being weak

Chorus