Pardon me for fingerstylin'....
Northern Element back for some fingerstylin'...
You've got to forgive me for fingerstylin;
but once I hear a beat I start buckwiling;
or shall I say freestyling;
and this forum is no exception to my lyric flying;
it's just lyrics no longer flow from my dome into a microphone;
instead they flow from my head to my fingers and I am doing this all alone;
but I am not stranded like that kid in Home Alone;
I've got thousands of emcees coming to peep this flow and form mental clones;
you see, if this were water i'd be skipping more than stones;
whole boulders would sail out with each gifted groan;
you get uplifted, like my mic's been splifted;
if this were Kansas your ass would be Twisted;
by the vortex of another monster verbal twister;
far from sinister, sweet lyrics are what I administer;
even when the rhymes are delivered extempore;
the fact is that when it rains it pours;
it's just that lyrics be my outlet of precipitation;
so dig in and hole up, or bear the ill effects of water logged lyrical devastation;
and as you sit and wonder, imagine my dj's thunder;
or you can venture forth and later regret your blunder;
because the alternative is the more appealing choice of sweet auditory stimulation;
lyrics strike like lightening, to the core of your mental station;
yes I am a lightening rod of funk booming out your trunk;
the beat's the alley-oop so all hail my 720 windmill dunk...
Peace to all hip hop heads, especially my boys in e-town, canada.
The Northern Element
Gangstarr forever, Puffy never!
Keep flowin those Elements......