To every being ever called up to spendnJust a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all innA couple cling to the wall they defendnEither sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all innBaby string can’t haul them gemsnYou trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all innI turn a king to a thrall of the pennAnd what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all innnnScent of my magnetism is animalisticnLuck of the nothin’ – tug of the draw’s pan-pacific, kidnKnuckle and brawl and handle your businessnSparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin’ – rhythm deficientnOfficially minted, leave a critic to speculatenIf you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in your gaitnStrode steady for years, still standin’ after my appearance herenStabilize my saber, the spearmint spearnFull flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-restraintnSelf-proclaimed prophets have felt faintnShell of a saint yellin’ devilish thangs in their haranguenThis fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aintnFrom ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them backnBabbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in flacknTapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematicsnThe path of a maverick and through rap, you track the half of itnDesignated with asterisks, the last hall of famernInducted before the regulations changed in your favornI aint mad atcha – a waste of anger to hate yanSave my words to determine the fate of the nomenclaturenWho’s sayin’ preservation’s makin’ it stagnate advancement?nState your place and I’mma wait for your answernThey prolly just hope to aggravate the populousnI tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ‘em gravitatennnEverything gets resolved I attend [to]nEither fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all innThe kid dream in the drawl of his kinnWhat I seen appall men – time to bring y’all innIntervene, my involvement dependsnOn the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all innI felt the sting when swallowin’ the ginnHolla “clean I been” after we bring y’all innnnAssault the sire, y’all admire my moxienSome aligned with the code of the streets by proxynKnockin’ me for constancy I be within my elementnThough all you ever held and dealt was leant from a twelve-inchnThe blend’s off – pitch it right, livin’ like a bitch of my mentors?nWhen vinyl’s all you’re spinnin’ on CrenshawnSense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdrynI alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let ‘em talk nownImpossible shot from a broken arrownSun lay over death, you left prints on the tarotnI’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tractnIt’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packsnSkirt past, cursin’ at us claiming the lanes are for thesenI pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speednI pace the beat patiently, as long as it takesnAcquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go)nnnTo every being ever called up to spendnJust a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all innA couple cling to the wall they defendnEither sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all innBaby string can’t haul them gemsnYou trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all innI turn a king to a thrall of the pennAnd what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all innnnEverything gets resolved I attend [to]nEither fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all innThe kid dream in the drawl of his kinnWhat I seen appall men – time to bring y’all innIntervene, my involvement dependsnOn the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all innI felt the sting when swallowin’ the ginnHolla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in