At last, we bring you the fastest growing phenomenon, bombin’ on stereos
At last, we get a fifth and takin’ our time, now waitin’ for the right scenario, here we go
At long last, we ‘bout to make a permanent mark and rip the toughest mental fabric apart because
At last, we done playin’ with these puzzle pieces and parts to make em [plea darts] lets start

To all my money making emcees and former road scholars
who mighta, lost they life for a handful of dollars
you gotta, mouthful of dead weight you can’t swallow and a block long path of red tape you can’t follow.
My fan peak, Ted AD and Ted Shala
brand of rap, jump off the chain like rottweillers
Off the meter often consider to be awesome
With the style that rock from Bangkok to Boston.
All up in ya mouth, between your teeth flossin’
Tryin’ to sell me short on the shelf and might cost ‘em
His limbs or his life savings his forehead for engraving
The name Psyche in metal shavings
When you come off, man, it’s less than amazing
That’s why your style will always get beat like frat hazings.
I’m old style razor with a leather strap shaving
Step up and decipher if you like sunbathing
Yeah, it’s right here, it’s right here, it’s right here.
Yo, how you gonna see it standing way over there
Getting beat up side the cranial with these solar flares.
Yeah, it’s right here, it’s right here, it’s right here
I drop a devastating verse that you can’t compare
We ‘bout to make the whole public aware because
(are you ready) (Refrain)

I got a shot at the monotony and tryin’ to make Manopoly money stretch so I can buy back my stolen property
If I do it properly and get some heads to follow me We rule our own colonies the government could swallow me
I’m polygonal, In either stereo or mono
So many sides I couldn’t tell you vertical from horizontal
Straight up and down like some corduroy pants
I drop a style that at first glance it seems too advance
Straight abstract, it use to be the format
Before I knew a thing about verbal combat
And now I carry heavy ammunition on my back
And always stay in the position to blow cats to scraps
I never got better just learned to adapt
Stay alert and proact and never had to react
And stay adept to bringing new concepts into my frame of thinking
Always switching up the pictures like trying on new skins to see which one’ll fit cha
But I’m comfortable in this caramel
Hope you get the point while you sleepin’ on that bed of nails
‘cause we ‘bout to drop some weight on ‘em and commence to tip the scales

(let the word go forth)
(we have much to do)
(I ask for your help)
(without that we have nothing)
(the world is very different now)
(dangerously misguided)
(that is why we’re trying to do more in these areas)

Lyrics submitted by lestat86

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