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.
