[Gab: "Dude, when you want me to come in?"] [Chief Xcel: "Four bars."] [Gab: "K. Check it."] [Verse 1] The ink flows As if I'm not here Styles fall From the mentally odd And quite weird Mic Y'all want to enter my yard My light-year flow Strikes with precision for all I'm right here With raw inner vision beyond your sight, hearing And beyond all your senses I draw the light nearer you A flawed individual, dawg, I write sheer Elegance I'm a bottle of Dawn. You're like Nair So now I'm perfecting this style; It's like lairs Of a foul dragon Send MC's ridden with nightmares Better pause Before you spitting that garbage you write Yeah! I'ma call Telling n***as to quit on the mic Period Because I've been given this right tonight We're gonna floor you with lyrics These s**as are not near; They are far from abilities I ignite Dare you to start something with me I don't ever fight fair [Chorus] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust We are the crew called Blackalicious We came to rock for you and yours Put your arms in the air, your feet on the floor. (x3) Guaranteed to give you what you paid your money for 'cause the Blackalicious Crew got rhymes galore Rhymes galore (x20) [Verse 2] I've got talent These critics do not have Still, they write like some type of authority on rap Really? Like they opinion is worthy! I'm like, "After you make worthy music Then come and be that cat, Jack!" *UHNGH!* Plummeting rap [?] Yeah, that's that *UHNGH!* Period. Done. Then get checks from ASCAP Just give me a drum I'ma spark the last match Y'all hit it with one rhythm Do it I'll smash that My meridians hum; I'm so lyrically advanced I deliver it from within Leaving you lads back In millenniums dumb Because really, I'm pa**ed that I'm a million and one styles further Now catch that! (Catch that!) I was born to murder your rap, Black Alerted to that fact You're certain to have crap To say Then get slain And hurt as I lash back And verbally ransack Your turf And leave cats flat! AAH! [Chorus] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust We are the crew called Blackalicious We came to rock for you and yours Put your arms in the air, your feet on the floor. (x3) Guaranteed to give you what you paid your money for 'cause the Blackalicious Crew got rhymes galore Rhymes galore (x20)