[Verse One]
Right from the intro
The God opens your ears and then yo
Mind and then jacks the government info
Documents on ghetto occupants
I've been rocking since back in the days
Check the craze
Lyrically, my mind creates a maze
Once you get locked in
You're missing for days
And then come back pro Black
So strapped with knowledge of self
You won't chase material wealth
The scariest stealth bomber to ever cruise the airwaves
When I drop, the earth crack
Brothers want their frankincense and myrrh back
You made a track?
Yo, I heard that
It didn't sound tight
You put it on the Internet, I'm in yor sound byte
Glitch
Change the pitch
Then switch your shit with mine
On time
Lyrical contact through digital rhyme
Physical sign
On your frame is a bruise
Your mic ooze
You fuck with the God, you're bound to lose
Everything is calm until I see you at the next show
Elektro
[Verse Two]
My mic technique unorthodox
It sort of shocks
Stalks rappers at night
I write something hyped
Try to bite
I try to snipe your face with the bass
This is just a taste of lyrical dominance from the mentally prominent
Man that thinks and sinks deep into thought
Only to emerge and surge with words that use forces
To knock white men off of horses
When trying to add to Black losses
My code morses
Putting our people on positive courses
But of course it's only natural
For somebody to try to fuck it up, and that's factual
So I use the same flow that put brothers under in "The Serpent & The Rainbow"
Go back to "Beat Street" and resurrect Ramo
Knock the shit out of Spit
Verbal eclipse
No light when I write
Try to turn it on
I turn and bomb your whole damn set
Veteran to cadet
Go to the store, buy the cassette
Press play, and I just may
Hop out your radio and riddle you with lyrical spray
But would the cops let me slide? No way
Usual suspect like Kaiser Soze
Creeping out the front grid of your Bose
Took you out and your man Jose
DT's showed up and said "No way!"
Okay
Blanket the whole proximity
Looking specifically for Liftedly
Yet my whereabouts remain a mystery
You'll never find
Cause I'll forever blind anybody whose trying to bind mine
You checking the time?
Armageddon soon come
You checking the rhyme?
Wack MC's soon done
Run for cover
Hide and fear what I let go
Elektro
[Verse Three]
Try to jump over my rap synapses
Soon after your left lung collapses
Look at your watch, no time elapses
Perhaps it's the actual fact
That you're the actual wack brother that lost contact with the real boom bap from way back
But Imma bring it right to your chest unless you can dodge this missile
Homing
Following wherever you're roaming
Back up everyone
The God's zoning
There's no way to keep track of all the spots I'm blowing
Comp plan to come test, but ain't showing
I'm knowing
Secret facts about present day and past presidents
Using them as rhyme elements
Brought forth with eloquence
Uplifting every brother whether in jeep, jail, or residence
Speaking in past, future, or present tense
What I invent will indent
Implement
Then advance and enhance
My stance
B-Boy
Back arched
Arms crossed
Legs spread
I'm the dread
Feds looking for me but I'm kinda fed
I know your next move
Your mind's read
You're bumbaclot dead
What I said will just shock the spot
Rock the spot
Remind you of the days when you popped and locked on ghetto blocks
On a cardboard box
But now you dodge stray shots and crooked cops
But never fear
Cause what I pump into the air
Will rapidly increase our strength from year to year
And our progress will leave every wicked man petro
Elektro
