[Verse 1: Supraliminal]
They can teach you how to dougie, I'm a teach ya how to Doug E Fresh/
In back of high school beatboxin' for freestilly session/
sh** was illy kid, in Murdapan with Stat and CG spittin' written gems up in the Iliad/
I picked the ministry the ones who said it/
The metaphor over the simile, architecture and the aesthetics/ them poem metrics/
And to those who spread the lectures, come into the accepted or prep for an unpleasant exit/
I write to set the bar high, puffin' on buckacheen when I come through/
Write to inspire me, y'all can s** a (whoooo)/
But I know the ones that recognize, feel them lines/
Hit like a wrecking ball hear them virgins cryin'/
I'm a rap connoisseur you nothin' on me/
The young Warren Buffett mixed with the white Sean P/
White and black swan simultaneous, the bad up in your radius/
But feels so good like your uncle Nicky in the vein he hits/
I beat ‘em to submission have ‘em tappin' out/
Yo everybody got the god-given gift, everybody rappin' now/
What happened to the chosen few, the predators the throng touchers /
Supreme editors, letters that's carefully constructed/
More of a standout spitter I don't belong by ya /
Less of a rapper cat, more of a songwriter/
And as things have it, with hip hop so stigmatic/
I'm a break the habit and bring it back...
[Hook: x2]
To the art of rhyme, where we spit about the hardest of times/
The dopest nights and the words just fall in line/
Meaning is visual every syllable nothing wasted/
The ink that seep thru the pages, music for the ages
[Verse 2: Dean Swift]
The real gifted spitter in the world of scriptures/
Everything I touch glitters, King Midas to y'all n***as/
Alliances don't wither, The pressures the vice gripper/
Locking this sh** down, Ice cold no mild winters/
Now watch my mind splinter, Breaking away/
These dudes respect me cause I'm real and what I'm able to say/ f**er
You not like us, perfected the art form/
Smooth as a new born you flinch and get moved on/
Straight up, I pop sh** toxic, off the top or subconscious/
You herbs don't want this, we some monsters/
Swinging out like Spartacus, Hip-hop I'm the heart of this/
Since I was spitting in the back of the bus like retarded kids/
And now I'm getting larger b**h thinking can you swallow this/
Or am I going to clog up your whole entire esophagus/
Either I'm sick and insane, or insane crazy/
But the rap game need help, it's screaming save me
[Hook: x2]
[Verse 3: Supraliminal]
Since I tacked the Beastie Boys poster up/
I stood, studied, smartened, focused up, burned a bliz, toast a cup/
Was just a pup with this rap sh**, unestablished /
When they had me on stage open for Kwe, made it magic/
‘Cuz I brought it to ‘em raw, warmest regards, its SUP/
Influencing y'all make the dick hard/
Shout my believers and fans, that's what's goody/
Back since day 1 in shelltoes and gap hoodie, kept it real actually/
No crunk, was in punch drunk love with the notepad/
Back when shwag was just sum bunk a** buds/
f**'s the dilly now about to cause a terror, beautifully Vida Guerra/
With this treasure chest full of rhymes from the golden era/
Let me at ‘em first, how many times think I edit a verse/
You'll catch the persona up at the dress rehearsal/
Been stackin' the rep since ‘04/
New face? Nah just first cla** of that new school folklore…
[Hook: x2]