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.