[Verse 1: Turbo T. Double]
1st, let me level my mind
The first stage is a stage of level design
Iʼm introducing a new level of rhyme
A new level of flow thatʼs so away from the time
And the place I define as a place full of foolishness
I merk foes with exclusiveness, I do this
Music sits under my spine thatʼs why Iʼm back on the track
Like I tripped on a hurdle
But Iʼma stand up and stay fly and cold, you know
T. Double Turbo is Articuno
I stick to the flo like a defeated Donatello
Electro Rock will shell shock all Squirtles
Whoʼve got a little flow when they rap till I zap their hopes with
Verses Versus Voltage
This verse is Moltres, spreading hot air in the booth
Without getting gas like hot air balloons
Iʼm on the come up, I mean this, my jeans
Genes is black while their jeans is Grey
Gray (Jean Grey) like Phoenix
Since they Rise from the Ash, Iʼma Rise as the cleanest
Heavy duty faultless give my genes/jeans decreases (the creases)
In the amount of stupidity. Iʼm speechless as the amount of stupidity increases
Till the point where these people donʼt want to think
So I press the issue with my flow to get them unwrinkled, yo
I just leveled my mind. in the beginning, I mentioned a level design
So I base my new flow on H20, steaming up the scene pumping heat into the denim
Until it gets crisp and Brisk like Lipton
T is bout his green like peas, Miss Piddlin
Iʼm on my Qʼs so never accuse a Scrambler of being late cause like Wrangler I get it straight
To concentrate on winning since I ainʼt tryna lose (loose)
Some dudes who think that theyʼre tight be cut by the boot
When they be sagging and stumbling up in the booth
They be mumbling like mmmbbbbummubmmbubmm
Iʼm under the a**umption that something is probably wrong with them
So I donʼt run with them, I just walk it out in front of them
Meaning I take the lead
You would think I was stingy with narcotics the way I keep my Speed
Keanu Reeves, Iʼll probably never blow up because I keep going and I ainʼt tryna slow up
I plan to spark beats, this man is artsy like A Scanner Darkly
This is crazy ainʼt it?
They crazy ainʼt they? They addicted ainʼt they?
How I k** this mic itʼs like I grip, aim, spray
And give it 16 to hold & when itʼs dead
I still go ahead and Reload it
Battletoad itʼs...T. Double on the record
I feel asleep in cla**, I ainʼt tryna hear a lecture
Iʼm high definition next generation spittin
Since iʼm bored (board) of these games, I ainʼt tryna play Checkers
Iʼm trying to get my words to deter gents and ladies from false spitters who deliver the dryness
So I supply this as a Tide that falls in their mind till itʼs clear and they Cheer, thatʼs All
But, thereʼs still more to Gain, more to explain, so I exclaim...but!
I ainʼt tryna Shout cause itʼs a distraction and my actions is louder than any other words
So to speak, I sew my speech and hem the hymns of this verse
So itʼs so neat, it condemns the jerks who sloppily copy me and puts an end to their dirt
With my mixtape wash machine. See, my Iron Mic Punches Out the steam
So even if you mute it, this music is humid so humans ought to stay away from T
Get away from son for you get washed up like Sun, itʼs like I get Clorox in my lungs
You know how every time I walk they be like Double coming out? uh huh
Well every time I talk itʼs like bubbles coming out
When I Surf on the verse a lot of trouble comes about
I take your gold, your silver, and your purse and then Iʼm out
To a whole nother galaxy, light speed cavalry collectively consuming these luminous bodies hourly
But give me a second, and you can understand it doesnʼt take long for me to devour these planets
I manage through my sk** alone, single handedly T. Double will own
On and on and on I own. On my off days Iʼm on ʻonʼ with a ʻeʼ which means Iʼm ʻon oneʼ
Reverse ʻonʼ in ʻon oneʼ and you get who spits it like me: no one
Iʼm under a division of one, cause my cd is d1 (division 1)
Plus when I hear their cds, I see their career is d plus 1 like the end of a song, Iʼm done
Bishop G, they told me I should switch the flow but I ainʼt trying to be unoriginal