[Intro: Dc.Sir]
Yeah, Did you motherf**ers forget?
This is ‘The Movement'
Don't ever get to thinking for a second that we jumped ship
C'mon!
Crew like a fighter jet, but who's flying this plane?
Nate and Dialekt lit the pilot light
Dc.Sir fuelled the flame
Boosted the intake
Injected high-octane
Dropped off some dead-weight
And moved on past mach 8!
[Verse 1: Dc.Sir]
You're next to get trapped in this Rap Vortex
You're ‘bout to witness the most complex
Content and concepts that rap has ever come across yet
Got co-ordinates set, and crosshairs on your chest
Your best bet would be to eject your seat
'N contact your next-of-kin immediately
You have entered a state of emergency
You're all in great danger, move urgently!
(Scream)
I'll murder any Emcee, wanna find out who the illest is?
Put me up against the best rhymers of all time
Dead or alive, any to ever exist
Any rapper in their prime on any top five list
Any era, Any style, Any Hip-Hop artist
f** it, Any genre or form of music
I am the most intelligent lyricist
I'm an Emcees, Emcees, Emcee, b**h!
[Hook: Dc.Sir]
Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back'
[Verse 2: Dialekt]
The only rappers on this album are brothers
That's some real motherf**ers ain't it
Real music never dated
I can tell you I'm over rapping
But I'm an addict in the attic
While Nate is just chewing mushrooms in a paddock that is
Magic
LSD is the ingredient
So it is fair to say that what we speaking is some acid
Diggi, maybe Biggie
Never Iggy
The illest no buts
Even smoking back to front ciggies
Sick of rhymers
Nobody listens
Except Mama
And Mama can spit a lyric hotter than Jigga's
Geez
Guess the genes is in the team
Had to beam
Now pa** it to young Deace to make ‘em all bleed
Yabadoo got me feeling like dropping a deuce on top of the booth
On top of the roof soon
That's some real sh**
And y'all are getting in tune to the 7th Move
'Til they respond like Woo!
[Hook: Dc.Sir]
Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back'
[Verse 3: Nate Won]
The three of us
Competing on the daily
Seeing who can eat the most Emcee guts
I to try be composed
When I'm speaking flows
I impose on the beat and the speaker explodes
Implode your temples like Indiana Jones
I guess we all just animals
I cannot fight the impulse
To expose you posers with no impostor syndrome
I know they seem dope
But they ain't ill they placebos
You hoes want photos?
Best keep your camera charged
I'm hard to see like Santa Claus
And I don't need no camouflage
Perceive us like diseases
You have been forewarned about Dc.Sir
Ain't no Sci-Fi
When my voice travels through the mic cord
And they record us
We have been immortalized
It's sort of like the vortex that opens up inside the cypher
It's a parallel portal through time!
[Hook: Dc.Sir]
Scratching 'Rap Vortex' 'Welcome Back'