The ARE - Mind Over Matter lyrics

It's the immaculate conception Accurate connection Definite selection Hazardous to your profession No protection from this musical perfection Destroy your section, snatching mic's from your possesion With no trajection, your whole game lacks direction Prime time My rhyme outshine your reflection McGyver-like Creating bombs with mics Inviting my pen to write Is like igniting dynamite Cause when the Mic recites Enemy crews unite for defenses Leaving MCs as past-tenses It' senseless for you to even hope for You think you're doper? I'll have you on the sofa Crying out to Oprah My words stimulate the nerves in your brain tissue With lyrics that'll leave you spinning like Yoshimitsu Clear like crystal Banging like nuclear missiles You know the issue When your homie is singing "I miss you" It's official With deadly flows leaving rappers John Doe To make them say "Yo, I don't rhyme no more" K-O got you falling down like a roots video In slo-mo, running things fo' sho' CHORUS It's all about mind over matter It's all a matter of time Before I go for mine Drop the dotted line I'd rather be the unsigned hype Than the type to be the unhype signed Like a lot of lyricists in our time I can't relate with The way we formulated rhymes Is algebraic Most of ya'll are still stuck in it Need to quit Or become celibate And not f*** with it Trying to duplicate the format Amazed at how we manipulate a four-track Show you right K-O keeps the flow tight For every Clark Kent I present the kryptonite Ain't no stopping me Exercise mic control Like it's stolen property Philosophizing thought Plato and Socrates A demonstration into how to rock properly K-O making you nauseous Better remain cautious Utilize discretion Tight flow for K-O is an obsession My life is all about progress and progression It's all a matter of time No question CHORUS x 2 K-O rap flow Like making a gat blow Verbal .44 Waiting to straighten your afro Hot lyrics got you thinking We're drinking tobasco You wanna be an MC? Get what you ask for Yo, these h*mo Mcs speed is slo-mo Yank and lick shots And still be bobo On the d-low pack the verbal .44 Got the po-po Running like Flo-Jo K-O's some naturally talented mo-fos But since '92 we've been in the shadows Most of all these hi-pro rappers are so-so But they ain't never met with the threat of K-O You need to lay low I hit MCs like a free throw We lay down the cla**ic vocals like Peabo Bumrush the show like troops in Kosovo K to the O Your rap virtuosos CHORUS