I'm back, but this time I brought a lot to pack
Getting really sick of all these rappers talking lots of smack
I'll force the issue, you better find a source of tissue
Never again will we allow any rapper to just misuse
The rules of the rhymes. The tools of our minds
It's crazy that the war is now fuel for the blind
Let the generals take the lead
SouLee (and NLJ) are quick to break with speed
We're going further than your [stamina goes]
[you're landing too close]
We're breaking all who [stand and oppose]
[we manage the show]
We can, you won't
– because we plan to enclose
All you rappers
In a barrel of clones
While you stare in a hole, you got no
Chance to reload
Cause we're commanding the drones
And plan to BAM explode
And demand you're handing
[over the throne]
Rebuilding the empire made of
Sand and the stone
Damn it's cold
When we bring the champion flow
Be heroic, stand up at the front lines
So you can really feel what it's like when it's crunch time
If you survive the madness
Then maybe we can re-evaluate your status and discuss rhyming tactics
These overnight heroes are not stars
They didn't win the medal of honor, just nice cars
Their sk**s are sub par, no they didn't work hard
You can tell that they didn't come prepared for they're first spar
Taking the shots upon the armor that you know we're coming with
Locking on the targets that are falsifying what perfection
I'm running into the middle of the battlefield
Without a shield, now we see they cower, take a bow, and kneel
Not like a treaty, but
We could see need for-the-peace but the thievery never is
Easily – forgivable
(no it ain't pretty)
Me and Soulee form a new committee
Called the Ministry of Rhythmically
Speaking over Sick Beats like this