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.
