[Verse 1 Edisto]
Enter the resurrection of the wordsmiths
Until you heard this
I reckon you heard sh**
A concentrated coalition of absurd spit
All I'm saying is to start the praying and get nervous
Bout to get jumping like an airplanes turbulence
Aggravated how they made it
Bars agitated detergent
Lack significance
I'm resisting it like insurgents
Getting shine off them weak a** lines
You don't deserve sh**
But Nostradamus wrote an excerpt bout me
Edisto prophesied mic destroyer
That EPMD
Crunch time, hard hitting
Cheetos-bot is feeding me
Ruthless on these records like that 95 Eazy-E
Epitomizing what these guys should be so easily
Yet still no one is seeing me
Need be adjust your frequency
Posses the decency to bow
When you greeting me
I am so JP
I got ISH-ONE twitting,me!
[Verse 2 Rakeem Miles]