Lone Catalysts - Settle the Score lyrics

[ J. Sands ] Yo You know what, man? A lot of people think they can rap, man You know? Think they be rhymers and all this and this Just because of what they got Youknowmsayin? Just cause of what they drive But they don't understand, man This is poetry This is a artform This is what we do And.. If you can't do it, it don't matter +what+ you got Check it out [ J. Sands ] Let me talk for a moment and discuss all the perimeters The real reason why MC's remain amateur Just examine the delivery and stamina Focus in like a camera, see what I'm handin ya Is the recipe, the basics and neccessities For those who's blessin thee, mic, but too aggressively Relax, man, let it come natural, feel the ecstacy When you're holdin the mic, you should expect to be In a mindframe that 'no one can stand next to me' Blowin spots is the destinies of the best MC's And the rest? Well, they settle for less Here's a 'cla**ic example' like A Tribe Called Quest We got jokers in the industry who never paid dues Cause their cousin brother mother knew somebody who knew And you know how that goes, political, and it's critical The charts are full of MC's who lyrically are pitiful That's like sayin an*log would sound better than digital Rap is outta control, this why this time is pivotal For us to make a change from the youngest to the oldest Humblin these cats who swear up and down they the coldest Frontin like they're boldest when they know they cannot hold this If you can't protect your neck then you just be head and shoulders I swear, cause these lyrics comin sharp like shear So put my name up in your mouth, I double-dare you, yeah [ Chorus: J. Sands ] Yeah, some MC's are rich, yeah, some MC's are poor But none of that will be a factor once we settle the score So we can do it like this or do it like that Cause it don't matter where you're are because I bring it where you're at [ VERSE 2: J. Sands ] I heard some MC's wanna get down Put your sh** down and have a sit-down Forget the studio and the mixdown It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit You clean like a radio edit You couldn't tell that the styles that I use are embedded like Dyanetics Rhymes on time like FedEx Alert the medics, it's about to get messy Dirty like an SP-1200, backdoor like alley hoops It's the way I enter ciphers, spark it like a lighter Freestyles off the top for herbs and rhyme biters J. Sands, focusin 360 degrees With my plans for revolution, for land and currency But for now I'm in the Pittsburgh streets In all the sections cause in my section I make moves like I was destined To be a visualser with deep thoughts perplexin Detection negative force in all directions Usin microphones to broadcast suggestions Of devil wizardry and black folk mysery MC's fallin captive because their sk**s are not adaptive I rock the East Coast and every city on the atlas You paranoid, actin all sheist around your boys Didn't use your own style, so you use the decoy Now you're shadowed by a character you cannot destroy Check your reflection, your whole concept needs an inspection [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: J. Sands ] You can take it personal or consider this strictly business Allah's my witness, I got the knack for lyric fitness Have you duckin me like I was a Jehova Witness on your front porch You know the repertoire, kid, you don't want more Okay then what you run for, your ego's crushed, now you at the gun store? Countin your chances hopin for one more Sayin to yourself, 'I'm gonna get Sands', a slick plan You never shoulda thought up, now you gettin nada God don't like ugly so as you proceeded to plug me ????? Goretex boots and rugbies A 'frantic situation' like the Zulu Nation You shoulda used ???? they help you balancin your p.h.'in Snake type tactics, curse all those who practice If it comes around, then it goes around on the axis A powerfull impact make your ??a** back?? After no one will ever wanna touch you like a cactus The law of the shady, be it and then you'll see it Reflected by three-fold from the way which you directed It, to put it simple, you just need to quit You just a mediocre rhymer but you still talk sh** You just a mediocre rapper and you still talk sh** It don't matter what your name is, you can still get dissed [ Chorus ]