Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)
Come, MCs, bless the table
Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic

My truth is universal
I'm in the booth with inhuman merciless tactics
You need a prophylactic
I'm super fertile, get it moving, turtles
I'm going to go to the Super Bowl like a new commercial
And grip the mic with the strength of eight
I'm a human Ursula murdering
You're sleeping with the fishes when I hit the afterburners
And I jack the tournament, ejaculate the facts
And call this shit a sermon-on
So get your learning in while I'm serving it hot and ready
Brutus and Judas could never hurt me, I'm rocking steady
Yes, my bebop is heady
You need to get your books and your hooked on the phonics ready
'Cause I'm leaving all of y'all free falling like Thomas Petty
Silent as the monastery, violent as the grave
Line it with a vague notion that divine is in the game
Rhode Island is the providence, you'll find it in the name
Where we're grinding up the vinyl and we hide it in the veins

Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)
Come, MCs, bless the table (Come on)
Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah (Come on)
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic

Yo
He never thought he'd rise above much
Never had the stomach to grub lunch
And never have I ever wanted more than to jump-punch kids
With they trust funds, taking up a spot for a plus-one
(For a plus-one)
Never thought there'd be any recognition (Nope)
Never really thought there'd be anybody paying admission
Just to watch us dance like there's water in our circuits
And I'm sorry if I'm cautious (Sorry), I get startled when I'm nervous
But when it's stage time, name something that ain't mine
Ten minutes in and I'm still running off the same rhyme scheme
That I schemed back in grade nine (Grade nine)
Fine like some aged wine (Aged wine)
Fine like it's straight from the grapevine
Prime cut, treat a verse like a slow roast
Toad be the host with the most tryna aim high
Catch me matching a ghost note, roasted in some old clothes
Clotheslining suckas tryna aim high

Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)
Come, MCs, bless the table
Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic

I grab the pen, now watch me go the distance
Hit 'em with a little bit of lorem ipsum
Shit I'm cooking, you'd swear it was Ramsay in the kitchen
To flambé every fuckin' instrumental is the mission
This page is the only mirror in my possession
That when I look at it, I actually like my reflection
Take it back to me at age fifteen
Skinny nigga with gap teeth and way-too-big jeans
Writing poems and verses during sermons on Sunday
And spit 'em at the poetry slam the next Thursday
While hoping that one day, I'd be spitting like the niggas on my iPod
Sixteen years later, the chase hasn't stopped
But the aim is very different, ain't gunning for MCs
It's me that's the vision
Tryna take it back to when I wrote with reckless abandon
No worries 'bout the cash or the cap
Just the mirror unpolluted by adulthood
Facts

Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)
Come, MCs, bless the table
Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic

Heh-heh
The metamorphosis left them mute in the orifice
The chirographic contortionist, kill it like Kevorkian
No life supporting this, pull the plug like the block is hot
Smell of kerosene and sulfur, pay three for the mind rot
Send your world into darkness in the tomb of the Yawgmoth
Such a pleasure to have you at the foot of my altar, ha
Kid catacomb, grind their bones for the alchemy
Turn emcees to stone when they hear of my valkyrie
Nephilim, fire and brimstone is the tone
Tale of a fabled legend since the day I was born
Now I break bread with kings, some gods of their own
Hear the thunder when we sing Zarathrustra in form
Seen as a heretic for calling forth the esoteric
Read the scrolls, now my soul's embossed with the phoenix spirit
At the foot of Mount Arafat with a dagger and battle axe
Lay my weapons and wordcraft
Bask in the silence after the bloodbath

Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic

Straight out the dungeon of rap
Syllabics smack over boom bap
Tactics illmatic, in fact, still savage
That Macho Man Randy ear candy for the masses
With Pomp and Circumstance like we graduated classes
Valedictorian, hopping in the DeLorean
Weaving between the fabrics of time like we're historians
Flying over space at a torrid pace, ignoring the human race
And murdering bars with rigor mortis
Yeah, that sick spit, hit clits quick, wit splits lids
Kids get pissed, just quit
Sick six, six, six spit
Tame kittens' lame writtens, gotta 86 'em like a hit list
The Godfather poppin' off with mafioso flow
So, so dope, complexion white as Sosa's snow
You got that concrete nosedive pose and it shows
The table blessed with that immaculate prose

Come, MCs, bless the table
Come on, MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Let's bless the mic)
Come, MCs, bless the table
Rhode Isle MCs, let's bless the table, yeah
Come, MCs, bring your bars, yeah
Come on, let's bless the mic (Tree)

Pull up a lawn chair
The upper echelon ball player, dragon slayer, hater evaporator
Tears and cheers born in the crosshairs
Forlorn winter, watch what the frost bears
It's been a long year, better yet a decade
I'm tryna find the medicine in memories with friends made
Break bread, spread around the ciabatta
Medulla oblongata, inhale marijuana (Marijuana)
Quailman from the thicket of solitude
I was takin' naps while y'all were makin' power moves
I'm not a sour dude, tryna see the bright side (Bright side)
Tape wings to the mic, let my soul fly (Soul fly)
And even if I never make it to the throne
The paper that I'm lacing help me feel like I belong (Word is bond)
Grateful just to make it into song
And create a better bond with vacancies in my heart, yeah

Yo, look, look
Dim-witted, at times, I'm super witty, though
Unbreakable like Kimmy Schmidt
Water keep the city lit
I produce the power like I'm 50 Cent
And never care for naysayers 'cause they ain't paying any rent
Landlord, a vanguard
Mix roles like gradient fields
I'm eating hemp hearts, but you don't like how grainy it feels
I can't blame you, I make hits
José Abreu, then kick back with Atreyu
On the back of Falkor
In this never-ending story coming through the soundboard
Heard you was a rapper, but your patrons sound bored
If you a peaceful soul, I'll be there around 4:20
Keep your dab rigs full of honey
Hearts full of love, don't you worry about the money
All that's gonna come, feel my reign when it's sunny
I be going dumb when Matt O feeling drummy
Now I gotta run


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