My underground doesn't like you, the media might
If it's clearance that you're seeking
So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
Small 7 Tuna fish in the dock fish roll
S P, the elegant, poetic pestilence
Quality control
Your jams ain't deaf, you ain't fresh, you're so so
I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack
People back us when we're speaking
I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old
We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo
Plus I got the etiquette
I'm carbonated, the Fanti-confederated
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
We can rule the world without Kurtis and still Blow
To keep it moving, and showing cats how it's done
Can I do smart
We are goin' to take a trip back in time
Whether black or Puerto Rican
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend
While you cramming to understand these contraband lyrics
We harass niggas like we was the po po
Survival of professional poetical Highlanders
My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
I transmit, transcripts, transcontinental lyrics
By the Limo, I like the Limo
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
You can't out take Jurassic syllable
Are you ready? Let's go
Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs
Now they be the lovers of brothers they can't front on
Next we are havin' a very very big group
You set that mood when we groove and prove a show
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
J 5 finds a way to remain supreme
Yo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes
Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old
Soup, you plan on rocking something fierce? Oh, am I
'Cause it's survival of professional radio
The pen and the sword, liquid stick on award
Your mind, body, and soul
You baby M C's drink Pedialyte
My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
Put me in the mix, L P 12-inch
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
For connecting it word like verb subject to the predicate
Songwriters: D Givens, C Henderson, L Macfadden, Jimmy Maslon, M Potsic, Clarence Reid, C Stewart, M Stuart
Finesse, from S P to Casio
'Cause it's the verbal combat, position number one
Are you ready to get into time machine
Communicate from the earth throughout the universe
You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
But we the defeat will change that
The rhythm is the reason you're checking for what we've done
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
We keep it beaming like a beacon
Revolutionize with active build
Your mind, body, and soul
No folklore or myths in my penmanship
Planning knives every pair that I utilize
We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya
Ayo my team Dreamworks without Spielberg or spill words
Your mind, body, and soul
Yeah, we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, MANPHIBIAN MUSIC
Like producers of the highest quality rather
Yo, yo, well it's the angelic man relic clan repellent
Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
Your rhymes ain't right, homeboy, you ain't in season
For the starving M C, hungry trying to get the meal
Deeply rooted in the spirit
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Jihad [Foreign Content] words make sense
To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing
Inflict truths, speak Allah's 99 Attributes
Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphs
Verbally decapitating those against a
OK fasten your seat belts
Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal
Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya
Big, bad, and bold B boys of old
As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug back
Ayo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem
Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh
Zaakir's the name, the A K A super