Experienced Sole
by Iosua Tai Taeoalii
Damn, I thought to myself when I was
experiencing Sole
Where does he shelter all his talents?
How does he do what he do?
i give him all my respects, cuz I come from the
same
I have trouble comin' up with a name.
He goes down on a mic and creates a whole new
world
A whole new style.
A university, college attending rhyme,
confettied with verbs and throat gaggling words.
I have to stop and count every beat,
like I'm an instrument that holds no rank in the
rhythm section
Sole has a seizure with his words
like his mouth has intercourse and the condom of
his brain explodes.
How does he do it?
I'd like to pick at his brain.
The same goes for most of the Anticon gang.
They must have fields of thoughts and a sea of
ideas
which is why they rhyme like mouth with
diarrhea.
Oh hell, I try to give it a shot.
What I experience is a brainstorm breakdown of
third grade words.
Every now and then I imagine interesting verbs,
to describe unimaginable adjectives and never
heard of nouns.
My kinetic energy fools me in to thinking that I
have a shot.
Shit, if he can do it, why can't I?
And it's that kind of thought that leaves me a
vegetable, drooling over clouds in the sky.
Internally I am combusting and externally I'm
alive.
I'm playing like it's supposed to be this way,
but why do I lie,
with one question and no answer.
Why do I dis myself when I search my soul?
I don't know.
Why does Sole?
Why do intellectuals act like they've got
answers,
but deep down they're in the dark.
Mark my words.
It's cuz none of us know.
Not me or God,
or my favorite MC Sole. |
