V.I.C. - Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show lyrics

*after 2 minutes of talking* [Bobbito] Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up [Black Thought] Yes I, check it out It's like, you listen to the musician Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the sk** a**isted By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener Black Thought yo, while I exhibit the Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor I'm a skyscraper by nature Down wit my number one neighbor, Common ]From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out [Common] I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair Other n***as rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools n***as I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, f** hip hop jingles Rhymin big words and not sayin sh** The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped I got my n***a Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week n***as is weak an' and I start to speakin n***as start to leakin, my n***a Derek D an' I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme k**er, I spill a Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer Got my n***a Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black n***as understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme I Stretch a n***a all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong Com's song'll keep goin, I start the holdin My flowin is turnin to earth The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin* ?Tremblin when it came down the shoot? [Pharoahe Monch] (Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax It'll be tight but only this, what n***a swears he's the nicest Just because he got rhyme of the month twice Four mic devices, the gem star blade the sh** slices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (k** it) [Absolute] Yes, rippin the microphone My words will enlight your dome When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan Eatin bacon in front of a m**m, I'll battle you and your cousin It's the beef for black attack When I, yes quick to subtract the wack When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver Like water from a river makin you shiver That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature Yes, but I'm about to get deeper You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era [Black Thought] It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute For my man from the House of Representatives And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'mma bout ta Do I show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle cuz I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta-- Bust rule the, microphone Pure sk**s, nuttin but it, all of a sudden MC's just start to studdered from the rap style Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms I swarm like k**a bees for feelin these fantasies MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference You can never attempt to reach that where my level is Black Thought severin competitives, off the dome top Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just drop [Common] And don't halt, I guess it was my fault I came through thick like a malt, n***as tried to pour salt But never knew the flavor, my sh** is accented from Chicago n***as follow, hold the water bottle My sh**'ll keep flowin Now I'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament Start to blessin it The sh** is like this, where the beat went I give MC's the silent treatment They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh Rappers I Crush, k** and Destroy like Stress Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother Mothaf**er to the bathroom, he didn't have room to sh** on the mic That I had, it's like the n***a Com Sense, I don't need a pad Off the dome, my sh**'ll roam/Rome like a Greek I start to speak, and n***as sound extra weak/week Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources Toss this type of sh** that go straight through, I lost this One time, it came back the rap sunshine n***as follow me like one time Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on It's like this upon the mic yo I sit upon [Pharoahe Monch] Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay Peepin the upper echelon of light display Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel The sad slow n***a much smoother than Coltrane Who can cop beats that I chop like c**aine The effortless action wit moves like subtraction Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction And all the while my beats can pile up More data than X-File shows all added up The educated n***a from Queens, by any means Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme Team But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream For n***as who fiend for hip hop I pop Glock and bla-block shot and chop spots ]From top notch cops to bust from a crotch Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome [Absolute] The last word was precision so I get a vision And makin sentences on top of your cranium Underground, sub-terranien Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's Who can't catch across the border Lookin across, the window, not a nympho Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back sh**, the back sh** I pack sh** but it's never like an automatic I'm causin static just like the opposite of Bounce I get, throwing mad amounts Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch I gotta catch the beat I'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken It's my turn to rhyme again Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy Used to write graffiti cuz I got the burner You might not get that but you I pa** it back to my man wit the head wrap Yo *talking and shoutouts to end*