L'Orange & Mr. Lif - The Scribe lyrics

[Intro] Behold, scribe [Verse 1: Akrobatik & Mr. Lif] As two worlds collide we relied on the God Blessed and bonafide so in steps described Yeah, I was awakened from suspended animation Cause I heard the fans were waiting for these men to abandon Satan And dump 'em with the sanitation Diagnosed rap like it was a medication Provided with [?] tracing and it's infected By the connected who all think it's selective Crawl before their styles were perfected I inject it with truth serum, the youth hear 'em The amateurs in the booth hear 'em Sonic boomed voice that'll make walls crumble The weak-hearted fall, stomp, now they all humble In these reduced state, crews wait, they use hate Increase the blue rate 'till the ground move, quake Catch a fracture, [?] last rap rapture The slaves who waved the whips right back at master [Hook: scratches] Scribe, behold [Verse 2: Mr. Lif & Akrobatik] As two worlds collide we relied on the God Blessed and bonafide so in steps described Behold when the tales are told, stories are woved Thoughts are rogue and the words became closed Witness as I spit this, [?] If the gap between the rich and the poor was more narrow I'd come to your house, stomp out your couch Deliver the left jab, duck, the roundhouse Poof, disappear, the youth can't handle The muse with the unusual views from such angles No handles if I'm riding a bike Plus it's instant antique if I'm signing a mic A family heirloom that looms and keeps precious Insane how the value was gained from three letters L-I-F in high def Wild dreaded cowboys like [?] and Wyclef How many mics have I resurrected with my breath? It's commonplace for me to be connecting with rights, lefts And mic checks [Hook: scratches] Scribe, behold