Ladies and gentlemen

There are seven acknowledge wonders of the world

You are about to witness the eighth Karma

Poetic Justice

What goes around, comes around Stop, look, listen, learn

Play with fire and you'll get burned

You think you want some but you don't want none

A fight on the mic, you don't want one I turn the heat on, proceed to beat on

Any soft sap who think he's gone

Na, come in my realm when I'm at the helm

Nightmare's a joke when I'm on Elm Street, sleep but you don't dream

Awaken, achin', takin' Codeine

Now you're tryin' to O.D.

'Cause you don't want none of Moe Dee Pain relievers won't relieve ya

Suicide won't do it either

Even after I cremate you

I'ma reincarnate you Bring you back for another round

Just to put you back in the ground

Over and over again

When is it over, it ends When I die but I won't die, don't try

Rhyme forever, huh, why won't I

Crush whoever tries to crush this

Hurt like the truth, poetic justice Poetic Justice What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around

What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around Doing justice to poetry This is a flurry, a fist of fury

A rhyme so fast that it has to blurry

Your vision, don't wink, blink or stop to think

Or you might miss the next rhyme, ink Flows from the brain to the pen

And comes alive when the thought transcends

From the pen to the paper and paper to tape

And a tape to wax and back to the tape Another hit which you can't get with

A brainiac'll react, but a nitwit

Can't relate, he can't hold the weight

The rhyme's too deep and he sleeps awake The comatose need a double dose

'Cause Kool Moe Dee don't rhyme like most

Simplified rhymes or out of the norm

But I simplify as I'm to perform Records for the pop [unverified] playlist

The pop jocks, don't play this

In an intent to hold rap back

They stop the hard and play the wack They play the weak 'cause the weak won't speak

But that just makes a fan go seek

A station that they know will bust this

Poetic justice

(Who's on the radio) Poetic Justice What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around

What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around Doing justice to poetry Poetic, phonetic, genetic, fanatic

You connect it

Those who chose to oppose are foes

And usually can't grow afros As the rhyme flows, the spirit grows

But only those with a pure soul knows

The relevance of the beat of the drum

And where it's comin' from For those of you who just don't listen

Here's the second boat you're missin'

Just like Noah, had you swimmin'

Rap's the warnin' of an endin' Of an era, a reign of terror

Over like a nova, never ever

Try to amplify the lie

The truth won't die and that's why I A versatile child of the Nile

Speak with a ghetto style and meanwhile

The reason I relate to the youth

Is pure souls can feel the truth The poisoned souls have tried to stop it

But just stop it 'cause hip-hop is

From our roots and you can't touch this

This is our ancestors' poetic justice Poetic Justice What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around

What goes around, comes around

Goes around, comes around Doing justice to poetry