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LPG - Never Did I
(from the album The Gadfly)
© copyright 2003

Verse 1:
Now I pull out what is needed from the atmophere
Create a mixture pleasing to the trat ear
Impress it onto vinyl for you all to hear
Then motivate your party cuz you found my beat
Now I myself and in myself expand my mind
Use a nickel nine at the drop of a dime
Claim Christ on the west its California on mine
But you going knows this by the time that this rhymes complete
Watch me infiltrate your streets as I invade your town
Overrun your reign of words and I'll enslave your nouns
Not a peep is what I heard when I parade through town
With your verbs tied and bound no more lies to speak
You'll be sentenced to writers block till your pencils
Pledge allegiance , subject to submission and forced to
Join in my legions
Livin under rule of my 26 letter regents
I'm takin my statements up to the highest of peaks

Hook
Never did I listen to lies you speak
Had I did I never realize my peek
Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat
As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete

Verse 2:
Im not controlled by what is sold but I am compelled to sell
got a hold on dreams of gold and understand what that entails
stand bold on stages unloaded pages on hell
but you wont know true mic control until you hear me speak
the best test that I found is under stress for real
and ive been blessed with the sound that rest of yall can feel
in your chest as the ground begins to rise gods will
will be the truth that my skill help me reach the peek
Keep that bass drum poundin through that speaker box
And when your times up I'll reach directly through clocks
And with that big hand choke your style until your rhythm drops
Throw it off track to never find its beat
When you hear my army marching you should be concerned
Have that left right meanin that your next to burn
So you besta learn quick for this punishments firm
You'll be shackled at your feet and never find your beat

Hook
Never did I listen to lies you speak
Had I did I never realize my peek
Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat
As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete

Verse 3:
I thought I told you not to trip on this Los Angles crew
We lost count of all the part time rhymers we ran through
Im sayin how you going relate to the things that we do
Pump up the volumes in your stero and hear us speak
Now what you hearing is the God fearing respect for the art
And what you feeling is the healing when you speak from the heart
And what you see is the endurance that you need from the start
Until you cross the finish line and finally reach your peek
Never finished on a mission to swing it till I'm through
Or till they say hey Jurny Big nobody bring it like you
Tunnel Rats reign supreme as sure as Cali sky blue
Have them other crews stumbling trying to find they beat
Since them Greenleaf St. days my dues been paid
Scribbling on a white sheet is how my bed been made
Exit from 11 th grade so that foundation is laid
Never quit that trying to hit till YouthWatch complete

Hook
Never did I listen to lies you speak
Had I did I never realize my peek
Never quick I hit the skies when I find my beat
As I rid the world of whackness till my time complete