[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
For all eternity, I representin' Souther-en Philly
Indeed, as I distort I proceed and lead
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom in my smoke filled room
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo, that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick
Who flips, kid? The Black Thought, ??? cues the mix
Master of the money-gettin' lyrics and shit
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggas loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, trust rap styles of mine are blunt
Pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics, enlightenin' tykes, frightenin' like lightnin'
Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter
That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings
And bring swings when I stings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
I'm bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I rocks from under, blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya get shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iadic-fly
Money makin', move fakin' I isn't
Niggas can't front 'cause I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with this visit while you're wonderin', what is it?
Dig it, yo, my mellow, um, whattup for the night?
I get hyper on the mic, lyrically, I'm the type to snipe
It's like that y'all, this is how we do it everyday
I relax and parlay and let the music play
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
For all eternity, I representin' Souther-en Philly
Indeed, as I distort I proceed and lead
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom in my smoke filled room
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static, with scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high post, but yo, that don't mean shit
Because my click'll make a motherfucker sick
Who flips, kid? The Black Thought, ??? cues the mix
Master of the money-gettin' lyrics and shit
Rhythmatically, you got ta be, static-y
Magically I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With air smooth, takin' niggas loot with dice
Then shoot The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabond, versatile and various, trust rap styles of mine are blunt
Pain is in the mind, so I'm fine and five foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics, enlightenin' tykes, frightenin' like lightnin'
Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter
That's makin' tracks fatter, revolve around Saturn like rings
And bring swings when I stings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
I'm bustin your dreams, I gasp with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, re-color fellas like a vaccine
As I rocks from under, blunderin' I'm not, lyrically
Ya get shot, get caught so distort with thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iadic-fly
Money makin', move fakin' I isn't
Niggas can't front 'cause I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with this visit while you're wonderin', what is it?
Dig it, yo, my mellow, um, whattup for the night?
I get hyper on the mic, lyrically, I'm the type to snipe
It's like that y'all, this is how we do it everyday
I relax and parlay and let the music play
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