[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar
You copy the same schematics, you makin' the same songs
You thought that you were the only, but understand it's the physical
Artistry manifest, but no ideas original
Our sickest creation, no need for further analysis
Plus the beats bang, prestige givin' me calluses
Even if it's assumed, provin' it all again
Sellin' out all the shows, never sellin' out who I am
Mild temper venter, chronic keep me casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros, then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
Danger, danger, Will Robinson
There's a crisis here
Nappy ain't dirty, racist man, it's just a type of hair
Nightmares have just begun, there's no enticin' him
Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin
[Chorus: Erick the Architect]
RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits
'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed, we love the memory
It got me feelin' like we're nothin' like we used to be
RIP, to the CD, can't even play my hits
'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed, we love the memory
It got me feelin' like we're nothin' like we used to be
The rhyme is so raw, most these rappers need a seminar
You copy the same schematics, you makin' the same songs
You thought that you were the only, but understand it's the physical
Artistry manifest, but no ideas original
Our sickest creation, no need for further analysis
Plus the beats bang, prestige givin' me calluses
Even if it's assumed, provin' it all again
Sellin' out all the shows, never sellin' out who I am
Mild temper venter, chronic keep me casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros, then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
Danger, danger, Will Robinson
There's a crisis here
Nappy ain't dirty, racist man, it's just a type of hair
Nightmares have just begun, there's no enticin' him
Limbs relaxed, but your music pop like a Vicodin
[Chorus: Erick the Architect]
RIP to the CD, can't even play my hits
'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed, we love the memory
It got me feelin' like we're nothin' like we used to be
RIP, to the CD, can't even play my hits
'Cause new computers ship without the means to play the shit
We love the boosted speed, we love the memory
It got me feelin' like we're nothin' like we used to be
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