[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]