Watch ya back, if, catch this
[Unverified] on the dot five minutes to rot
Between yours and mine, see
Conquer the vibe, hunger lurks
Type to master this whole universe in three steps
Word up, word up
A corpse, won't drop a curse, while mustard hit this spouse?
Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS
Globe on sight, vocal pimpin it's throat
Define laws and space in time, trying to trace my lines
Publisher: NETTWERK ONE MUSIC LIMITED
Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it started with a passion
Bar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch Timex clocks
Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine
Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time
I'm a drop one rhyme
Father trife, crawl for the light, pounding the
Songwriter: Daniel Dumile Thompson
Gettin' spinache, British, ATL upon this
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Yo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether
Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hix and Braxton's
No more roaming on this planet like scavengers
Sharp with a needle, try to reach the people
That's just the way it had been, raw with umbilical cords strapped
So we blew blocks, crews
So you know how we go down yo
Take your life to next level or remain no more
The world ain't the same no more
Nine to five work saga, God bless the life
Hold up, respect the architect
Stagma flag, over standing the plan
Sciences broke the code of the Gregorian calendar
1, 2, 1, 2, yes
Nah, I'm kidding but for real
It's part of my design, shifting paradigm
Take your life to next level or remain no more
Settle the dough, live showbizz
The cannonbal, weapon, men and arms
I got a gift call, hip hop prophecy, says 2003
The high volume white collar High styling
Magnetic attraction, raw, nearly Jacksons
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya timezone
Yin and yang combined, must be out ya mind
I'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital stew
We hit you with some substance that's actual
It's old news how we do
Crouch tiger, dragon, craftmatic
For every time I cross the thin line
Y'all fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'd
Even avitronic figures be thumpin' off over this verbal elixir
Verge jocking the side, dodgin' mirages
We have a snake to catch
Struck from the getto yo, medal throw
Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye view
Survivor surviving, uncover the time brother
Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status
Four section, super intelligence, balance
Thinking star would never shine
Hip hop it just don't stop until I make a killing
Well, I'm colliding with the mind of a
We stretch across the equator with something major
Ends the reign of the jiggy MC
Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning