Verse 1 A Yo, my left hand writes it while my vocal recites it. My thoughts are the fuel but its my heart that ignites it with a whoosh, feel the heat that comes widdit. Certified MC concrete committed, hit em with that 1-2 mic check, who did it? Stank so bad, pulled a match out and lit it. Makin' James Brown proud of the funk we deliver. 40 days and 40 nights, we make em shiver then we smash thru their foundation, mountain, and pillars. 100% fresh chillin' wit no filler. Thanksgiving fat at bat, the hard hitter Moonwalk the track like MJ in Thriller. Spark wit my goons & ignite the illa. Bangin on my chest like a two ton gorilla, stompin em down like little ants on the ground. World renowned that's how we holdin' it down. Verse 2 Pay heed to the culture, the teachers, the masters. Maintain prochecy from here on after then we build wit kinetic mathematics and transfer. Chapter to chapter in search of the answer. The book is unfinished, the plot is a rough draft. Fill it with the pages, memories from the past. So cherish every moment cuz it might be ya last. Dedicated to Herc, Disco Wiz, and Flash Innovation and skill, yo, we keep it afloat. Yo, I keep my sword sharp in case you think it's a joke. Labeled with a warning, reading do not provoke. Lions on the hunt claws aimed for the throat. Gazelles runnin' fast but we makin em lunch. Feel the force of the impact causing a crunch through your cerebral cortex, now your hard drive's fried. Yo D, hit record, suckaz Run and Hide.

Chorus Peep the Lingo, Go where the king go, To the throne with more beats than Ringo. You know the flow stays unorthadox, but it'll all come together so let the beat... DR Verse 1 They in a trance, I'm in my B-Boy stance You know I'm steady makin' moves so they call me advanced Don't try to boogie wit me baby, You can't even dance Yo, I've been layin' in da cut, steady givin' em chances but like Kanye, you aint got the answers. and Yo, I'm bad for ya health, just like cancer. Thoughts, they branch out from the dome like antlers. A Yo, we move like panthers, and persians and pyramids. The crazy thing is the way I'm rippin' shit up just like a battlecat battlin' cats wit battle raps and after that perhaps, I'm probably shootin' some craps Don't try to be a GI hero, you get the Snake Eyes, life bar down to zero Yo, I'm givin' you heat just like Pacino and Dinero You're with your favorite wordsmith, bringin' you... The Lingo Lingo Lingo Chorus Bridge L-I-N-G-O L-I-N-G-O L-I-N-G-O and now you speak the lingo. IL-P Verse 2 Cold as Wisconsin, Magic like Johnson Ladies be wantin' Action like Bronson I do the do that I do so well. Leavin' MC's deep under my spell. I like to brag and I like to boast from the brew to the crown just like Ned Yost back to the basics, to the next level so deep underground, my neighbor is the devil. My upstairs tenants keep on makin' a fuss cuz my music's so loud my roof is gonna bust. Earthquake, tidal wave, volcanic debris shootin' all over, baby, yeah that's me. Doin' it right and I'm doin' it well. How long will I do it? Only time will tell. As the story goes, the story goes on and on and on to the break of dawn. It's the lingo. Chorus Bridge

IL-P Verse 1 When this record is spinnin', I'm winnin', swimmin' above and you can picture all the women grinnin' showin' me love and imagine when I'm rappin' all the props that I get. Steady throwin' the dice and takin' all o' their bets. You can ponder all the money that I make when I flow. All the top notch fashion that I wear when I roll in my drop top caddy on the way to the grammys. and all the hot pop ladies keep on callin' me daddy. You can picture all o' dat and maybe think that it's true but if I told you that it was I would be lyin' to you so get the story straight, I'm not pullin' my punches. I do this cuz I love it when the microphone crushes under the weight of a lyrical depth I might brag a little bit how I think I'm the best. You can be bitter or better but letter for letter the beat is a hitter, no glitter, no chedder, go get it go-getter. Chorus and you don't stop, and you don't quit C to the O-R-S-I-Can (x3) Corsican Bros. On that real shit C to the O-R-S Yes!!! Mighty DR Verse 2 Yo, if they try to test, then they better come reckless. Aint no need to resuscitate, I'm leavin' em breathless. Guest list is full, sorry, piss on your bucketlist. I hope they get the gist of this shit cuz I'm a loose cannon, phantom of the opera rockin' ya properly upon your property and yo, it's probably the pops in me that makes me wanna take charge and barge thru ya entourage yellin' bon voyage to all ya wack ass squads cuz you gon need it where you end up fast A yo, I hit you with that steampunk funk, makin' it last so just ask yourself to get past yourself, to get past yourself so you can see what you're worth. The streets are serious, bullets made of steel not nerf. That's why survival of the fittest is instilled since birth. A yo, I swear to god, I'm strictly here to keep this shit church A yo, I hope you're fed, cuz we quenchin' ya thirst...Flow Chorus

IL-P Verse 1 Y'all sleepin', slippin' down a slippery slope. We back, bringin' back a feelin' of hope. True story, 45 is a joke. It's getting hot, go and take off your coat. You want freedom, go and put out that smoke. Two houses, and a car, a bike, and a boat and still got the nerve to act like you're broke. and never lived life outside of the moat. Livin' that castle life, now that's the life, never a hassle life, livin' the master life. Like that's alright, you know you aint actin' right. Give me one more reason to smash the mic. You call it art business, I put my heart in this. Just a youth on the block when I started this. Now I'm a grown man followin' a heart of gold. Welcome to Bollywood, where the art is sold. Mighty DR Verse 2 Okay, they fucked up and gave a higher dose of what was supposed to happen. Now you got this chain reaction, everybody's fuckin' rappin. Oh Yeah, I'm snappin' cuz this shit's fucked up. Too many MC's in the game and a lot aint makin' the cut. But yo, I maintain and get mine wit lyrics and such. Production a must. In boom bap rap that we trust. It's an adrenaline rush, when I'm locked up in the lab with a pad and a pen, we at it again. It's times ten. Trouble ya in, don't try to call us ya friends, ya phoney. Cuz you'll get sliced and then sealed up just like balogne Yo, am I the only one that sees thru this bullshit nonsense, artificial calorie content? Man, I'm tired, expired ideas ran by executive hats. A yo I'm done wit that I'm takin' it back. File me independent. Your mind explodes when my pen hits. Super stupendous, with every sentence trancending. Yo, I stay offended, with all these new wave rappers and what they callin' trends. But they don't realize the message it sends. You can't pretend for too long, cuz sooner or later, they bound to play your song and then the next comes along but yo it's all good, It's just another day in the hood. They wonder why they get replaced so quick, Hmmm, it's Bollywood.

IL-P verse 1 Check the MSDS, We burnin' thru ya BS. Buenos Dias, now you see us, brainstormin' ideas. You can't detox the rocks that we throwin' atcha head. Solidify our place with the things that we just said. Light it up, explode the lab. MC rhyme and DJ crab and all the while, all ya do is dance around and do the dab. Here I come, light the firepit with that firespit. We got the chemistry up here to keep the fire lit. So burn it up from the basement to the porch and carry on thru the darkness with this torch. Pass it on and keep in mind it's poison if you can't handle like I'm a hurricane and you're a wet candle. You might see the light, you'll never be the light. If you were Superman, all my rhymes are kryptonite. Anti-theft, you can't scratch the serial. A meltdown, blame the hazardous material. Chorus When we ask about it, answer us. We live among the cancerous. Aint nobody Lazarus, material is hazardous. Don't burn it down, let it go, here we go, get em up. Everybody rock 'n' roll. This is how we do it now. Mighty DR Verse 2 A Yo, My thoughts coagulate into something toxic to rock the topic poured into beakers and balanced on speakers just to rock it. Handlin' hot shit, Head knock like a mosh pit. Quick to spit that symbiotic flow, that's how you know it's venom. Without a mic to grab, back to the lab I send em. Until these bars wither, watch how I bend em, It's timeless. My rhyme is aged like fine wine is. Breaking, graffiti streets, and boom bap beats be my constant reminders and you can find us, under exterior explosives, ready to pop. Just like ambitions of rock climbers, we strive for the top and demonstrate on shuttin' debates down on who's better whether it's Biggie or Pac unless Pun's included Grand Imperial Essence of excellence exuded. A Hunger Games state of mind, if it moves, I shoot it. Hidden tombs get looted just before the burial. We shut it down cuz it's hazardous material. Chorus x2 Break Chorus

Verse 1 A Yo, we jump up on the scene like wuddup doe. Who ordered the flow? I got you covered like rock bands and shell toes. I'm about to blow, my fuse is too short takin' out these wack MC's like it's a bloodsport. I come from the underground, below sea level low like the bass, high like the treble rebel in the most high form and fashion 2 dope brothas, comin' thru smashin' Yo, I resort to phat caps and boom bap beats. And transform with the pen from the mind to the sheets of loose leaf don't lose sleep, steady countin' sheep like beats cuz I'm a wolf in this motherfucker, havin' a feast. Fist pumpin', Mic smashin'. Get up off the couch, aint no castin' Roles are set, none better yet. Take it as a promise, not an empty little threat. Chorus So, Let me tell you what it is and what it really was without the probably, maybe, or just because. Competition getting' swept up under the rug so listen up to what IL-P does. So, Let me tell you what it is and what it really was without the probably, maybe, or just because. Competition getting' swept up under the rug so listen up to what the DR does. Verse 2 I'm from a time where the pen is mightier than the sword. Hang em high, let em swing from the mic chord. The kid, he's on fire, puttin' points on the board. You can't ignore something you aint even seen before. Come On!!! We got that, now you rock that. Waldo in the crowd, excited when you spot that cold crushin' supersonic IL-P flow with the Mighty Mighty DR, now ya know. I'm like a mad scientist applying this with niacin. My third eye shine bright, blind you with the jewel of the nile it's in. We're here to win, so hell competition might as well cash their chips in and set sail Like a javelin travelin', mind unravelin'. Totally immersed, much more than just dabblin'. Dope beats (HERE) Fresh rhymes (HERE) Straight vibin' like the party's right (HERE). Chorus x2 What it is and what it really was!!!

Chorus Get it on, Get it in, turn it up, do it loud Get it on, Get it in, turn it up, do it loud Get it on, Get it in, turn it up, do it loud Get it on, Get it in, Do it for the culture, Do it for the people! Mighty DR Verse 1 I hit you the poisonous pen, with the ill type flows. Eliminated with the venom at the head from the torso My sword goes straight to heart with a razor sharp edge and yo the victim gets the blame for a lack of knowin' the ledge They said he was approved, but yo he had bad street cred. Another mislead from all the gassed up media spikes. You tube likes got a muffucka thinkin' daddy can rap overnight and it aint right if you aint paid dues and studied the art and I'll be damned if the mainstream'll tear it apart so I start to embark on a mission that'll spark what was missin'. All it takes is just a listen with a mix of some intuition. That's why I'm flippin' these words that are best served hot when the beat drops. Props to all the B-boys movin' the block, meanwhile we hold it down, steady rockin' the spot Chorus IL-P Verse 2 Hit em quick, don't let em in the building. The most illinest killin it, I'm chillin' wit habitual rituals, analog to digital. Spit a little bit visual and original. Hit em hard wit a massive classic. Make a mistake and you gotta move past it. Hit em wit, hit em wit, hit em wit the best you got. Then hit 'em again. Deliverin' spine shiverin', hand quiverin' attacks on the wax while I get it in. Handlin' a candle and givin' em light. Do it up right or don't do it at all cuz I'm climbin' up a wall and I aint gonna fall. Arachnid snap kick, backspin, break. That's it, pass this plastic crate. Pullin' dusty vinyl from out that stack. Bring it back to the future wit a boom boom bap. Put your money on the duo, that's him and me. Keep it tight, do it right in M-K-E. Free as a bird. What's the word ya heard? Never slurred or blurred like a hi-def nerd. Don't fret, the sure bet is rockin' the sound. Hittin' it hard, man, and knockin' it down. Chorus Break Chorus x2

Mighty DR Verse 1 Yo, I push the pen like a maniac in a caddilac with no brakes. I'm smashin' into real estate that my mind's in. I'm dope homie, so recognize that I'm times ten minus the seven, I get my life from the heavens when I'm postin' my name up in bubble letters. Yo, I'm clever with words, All-City now burnin' ya nerves causin' cauterization, manifestated thru rhymes. Dedicated designs feedin' ya minds, one at a time, that's how I get mine. I shoot from the hip, so best believe I come equipped wit only poisonous spit. Corsican Bros. so you know we on that rah rah shit. They must've thought that they was slick when they was bumpin' they lips. We only getting' started, aw, now ya callin' it quits. Well, this is serious, as serious as Sun Tsu gets. I'd rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six and we ain't fallin' for ya media scams, ya program's fixed. It went from lectures and scripts, now it's buttons and clicks. Now it's a whirlwind of knowledge that was lost in the mix. IL-P Verse 2 I knock em off the top spot, rock like cyclops. Only one I, and believe me, I rock. No pop, frontal lobe pulsation in a psychedelic realm wit a new sensation. All Shapes, all sizes, all hues, Always, all life, all crews, all views. Bring it back to that old school vibe. Battle anybody, I don't care what you drive. It aint my thang. I'ma brang new slang. Rock the whole spot. Game so strange. Name gon bang. Aint no frame. Got the drop on ya crew and ya punk ass lame. Make em disappear like photoshop croppin' Corsican Bros. Tomohawk choppin' Not Diddy Boppin', not label shoppin' In the basement, buildin' on that straight Hip Hoppin' Verse 3 Yo, This is guillotine rap my flow stays sharp like pendulums in a dark dungeon. I leave you fucked like a virgin wit a hot bitch and a bad case of erectile dysfunction. They try to rock wit it, we smashin' pumpkins. Under assumption that you fuckin' wit some new beginners. Don't try to wile out cuz now you bout to stay for dinner. My main course is steady switchin' from saint to sinner. Bring it back to when a time was ill and you had to have skill but many fell short from trying to reach the mass appeal. Them rhymes was illa than Dilla's brotha now pass the Jay. On that other brother from another mother ship. I'm wonderin' how we can infiltrate and save the government. Get on a level so my people rise from under it. So I penetrate your mind with the sickest rhymes. Barely fittin' in like this big ol' dick o' mine. One of them fantastic beasts like professor loopin'. Ask Salt n Peppa, they love a good shoopin'. IL-P, betta believe ya woman wants a piece o' dis but I turn that slut down every time like she's a him. A pay for guests is a pay for plays. CB's crunch these motherfuckers like some Frito Lays.