Please don't be afraid. Please. Please. I know you've been through hell, but you must try to tell me as much as you can remember.
Look, I just don't know.
Yo, you're courting us fake with no evidence. In your head the lights are on, but there's no residence home.
It's best that you know. We're in the basement perfecting our own experiments, building our own intelligence.
Yo, we got a buzz at the top like a telephone pole.
You can't reach this when I speak scripts. I'm letting the rest know I'm too high.
They couldn't get close enough to touch our toes.
What I wrote's the very essence of flows. I burn foes.
Oppositions keep thinking they're ill or wrong.
Um, no. Um, yes, we be the best. So come show your support.
Without that we're nothing. We're drumstone brothers. No point fronting, is there?
Let's just blow and travel the globe. If you want us to play your city, go.
Get a promoter to book a show. It's that simple, really.
We do this for every person that craves hip hop.
We'll only go to the show if the club plays hip hop.
It's split profits. We got that hip hop *** to leave you beating like a big drop kick.
We're on the move like technology.
Cause who else rhymes like this in the flesh?
We gotta be the best of this dead monastery.
Let's take another trip deep into the minds of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and a grind bust your bubble whip.
Sounds from the mothership. Let's take another trip,
Deep into the mind of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and a grind bust your bubble whip.
Let's take another trip.
We on a other ***, these tracks get smothered with bars like it's tarmac.
This road is a hard path.
I stay lifted out of space with my thinking.
Gaining knowledge from the stars, trying to decipher all the wisdom.
My conclusion so far is *** the system.
The only law I follow is the natural order of living.
See when I'm spitting, you won't hear me submitting to fashion.
The scripts I'm packing is certain smashing.
I'm like a cannon, the way I *** rhythms.
I'm blamming with some banging bars.
I break a challenger's arm for catching feelings of harm.
For no reason at all, so dead all the scheming is fraud.
You're either overly dumb or you're stupidly bored.
Living a moody kind of life, on sabuki kind of vibe.
I break jaws in my music for sure.
Am I your mic?
There's no rapper dead or alive that could try to strike this monkey's two flies.
But the average chump, the triumphant front.
My gully click be on this *** like bacteria.
Linger like a pungent odor, leave you choking where we're near to ya.
Did it appear to ya that we're flipping superior?
Ripping up the rhythm with bare hands like me.
Let's take another trip.
Deep into the mind of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and the grime, bust your bubble whip.
Sounds from the mothership.
Let's take another trip.
Deep into the mind of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and the grime, bust your bubble whip.
Sounds from the mothership.
I'm not human, I'm paedian.
I hold you homo sapiens below my home.
And spit you cold uranium, you're quick to throw your apron in.
I load statements the whole way, like there's cocaine in them.
With flow to blow your cranium over the same old same again.
Some of these spitters think they run with it when they're remaking trends.
And some of these spitters making them ain't changing them.
It's safe to say the state of things is great again.
You always wish for better when you're brazen.
And again there's no escaping them.
Guys you think they're nice until you say to them.
It's wise you stick inside until your rhymes can stay on break within.
Aside for that you're sprigging in.
*** it.
I was born in a pager era, straight from Benz.
With burnt out cars and racers slipping jakes in them.
Upping them page escapisms, laid on a tape.
Come make amends, mentally take away the tense thoughts.
Pause, I'ma flame the pen.
Crash back, reality check.
Like Tony Rotten, gradually dead.
Red letters rack up on your desk, until they're paid you vent.
Let's take another trip.
Deep into the mind of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and the grime, bust your bubble whip.
Sounds from the mothership.
Let's take another trip.
Deep into the mind of these guys on some other ***.
If you don't like what you find, you can suck a dick.
Digging up the dirt and the grime, bust your bubble whip.
Sounds from the mothership.
Let's take another trip.