Telemakus - Experts lyrics

Verse 1 : Ain't got the best sh** but I'm getting better It's the way I spit, I hit it in the center Got it from the greats sh** so let em enter Doom, Pac, Nas, Big studied how clever they manuever More fly than Marty My bars be Back from the Future I'mma fry em all as I bend her In this Vista Cruiser My world to dominate through gravity So call me Bruiser A hitman, my bars coded at the back of yo head More hard than the sixth man I zoom pa**, you're dead then Let it sink like quicksand If you think you're higher than me? Then I'mma have to call Cheech Say Chong the wrong way and I might have to smoke you And Andre? Tell 'em to stop sleeping on me Pa** the Qualudes To get to my level You gotta think god's mental At a monk's temple At amongs legends So, get yo sh** together Get yo sh** together Hook : You gotta think god's mental At a monk's temple To get to my level So, get yo sh** together Verse 2 : I'm an ugly motherf**er so You ain't getting hype from this lyricist Yous a s**er For bumping rhymes with a bitten style Let the light hit you right Till you blind Lightning Kerchow! Pow, make it more dramatic Pause, and keep it more climactic Cause the hardest part is staying up and not the rise Just getting started boy, you already behind And I ain't landing till I get to meet, Ye While he making me a beat And Quasimoto at the Stones Throw Full of smoke boy, we gettin green! Outro Yo Quas? Yo Quas?? I gotta tell you something..