[Verse 1: Tom Jeefs]
Yo, rhyming with the Legends on a track is mostly hard to catch
Architects of Rap take it back to upper parking decks
This the Concordat, religion of rap’s consulate
I recover lyrics in stone where once Romans conquered at
I teach to damage it, Tom Jeefs and Canibus
Mark Deez can handle this, MC’s are fans of this
The theory of relativity tells me that I would have to move at c
To see the time when you could spit with me
Or be close to a black hole
Radio listening makes your brain regress to that of a tadpole
They want control and put Hiphop on the lock
You can’t even know the truth if you use what you got
Anarchy’s last chance when The Backlash hits the block
They gon clash with the media like clashing with a rock
In a monopolized world where individuals are jeopardized
Amongst clones is where our rhymes are exercised
Heads of our Times are spittin Furious rhymes
Old empirical Designs are inferior to mines
Your composition theory is easily disputable
‘cause 90 percent of rappers have proven to be delusional
So sniff that shit up and spit it in a bucket
There are three mc’s on just one track that you can’t fuck with
This is beyond of what the average listeners perceive
Mark Deez interrogates speech before you even leave
I snipe you without a scope as far as I can see
Rip the Jacker cut you in half and dump you in the sea!
We don’t sleep we practice melatonin magik
Heavy gravity rhymes singularize the room fabric
Yo, rhyming with the Legends on a track is mostly hard to catch
Architects of Rap take it back to upper parking decks
This the Concordat, religion of rap’s consulate
I recover lyrics in stone where once Romans conquered at
I teach to damage it, Tom Jeefs and Canibus
Mark Deez can handle this, MC’s are fans of this
The theory of relativity tells me that I would have to move at c
To see the time when you could spit with me
Or be close to a black hole
Radio listening makes your brain regress to that of a tadpole
They want control and put Hiphop on the lock
You can’t even know the truth if you use what you got
Anarchy’s last chance when The Backlash hits the block
They gon clash with the media like clashing with a rock
In a monopolized world where individuals are jeopardized
Amongst clones is where our rhymes are exercised
Heads of our Times are spittin Furious rhymes
Old empirical Designs are inferior to mines
Your composition theory is easily disputable
‘cause 90 percent of rappers have proven to be delusional
So sniff that shit up and spit it in a bucket
There are three mc’s on just one track that you can’t fuck with
This is beyond of what the average listeners perceive
Mark Deez interrogates speech before you even leave
I snipe you without a scope as far as I can see
Rip the Jacker cut you in half and dump you in the sea!
We don’t sleep we practice melatonin magik
Heavy gravity rhymes singularize the room fabric
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