[Intro]
Yes!
In America, all MCs stay out of the basement
Look at the bricks on the wall and notice
When you hit your head on a speaker
You'll start to be a real dope freaker
And check it out as the rhymes written on red and black ink and yellow paper
You'll start to notice the lyrical content of the mental duress
[Verse 1: Bobbito]
I'm a lyrical baby injector, satirical lady selector, defector
Select your impurity, mad soliloquy
(Inexplicable) of a nemesis MC
Errorless MD embodiment I can't see
My realms too deficient of illuminatory missions to write a story I'm missing cranial fluids
Insufficient I can't sell tickets when I'm playing ball
I rock shock in the house yes yes y'all
So Don you know you're mellow and smoking
Grab the mic and get the shit wide open
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Check the image spiritual scrimmage
There is more raw more than god force
And it's to reveal damage when souls are banished
Picture the originator of data or data doesn't matter
Imitators are splattered as it goes of laughter
Abrase and bust through past dues in decomposition
Incisions are made with blades
But fates and religions, religions, religions, re-religions
Rogue organisms affect epidermi
Why learn my speech when in turn I burn eyes
Teach the deaf, dumb, and blind plus benign mind rhymes design
Fine lines for blind minds
I used to deny signs of the second coming
Verbs to have herb's rectums running
I left 'em humming
So Bob get on the mic and do me justice
Take the mic and bust this
Yes!
In America, all MCs stay out of the basement
Look at the bricks on the wall and notice
When you hit your head on a speaker
You'll start to be a real dope freaker
And check it out as the rhymes written on red and black ink and yellow paper
You'll start to notice the lyrical content of the mental duress
[Verse 1: Bobbito]
I'm a lyrical baby injector, satirical lady selector, defector
Select your impurity, mad soliloquy
(Inexplicable) of a nemesis MC
Errorless MD embodiment I can't see
My realms too deficient of illuminatory missions to write a story I'm missing cranial fluids
Insufficient I can't sell tickets when I'm playing ball
I rock shock in the house yes yes y'all
So Don you know you're mellow and smoking
Grab the mic and get the shit wide open
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
Check the image spiritual scrimmage
There is more raw more than god force
And it's to reveal damage when souls are banished
Picture the originator of data or data doesn't matter
Imitators are splattered as it goes of laughter
Abrase and bust through past dues in decomposition
Incisions are made with blades
But fates and religions, religions, religions, re-religions
Rogue organisms affect epidermi
Why learn my speech when in turn I burn eyes
Teach the deaf, dumb, and blind plus benign mind rhymes design
Fine lines for blind minds
I used to deny signs of the second coming
Verbs to have herb's rectums running
I left 'em humming
So Bob get on the mic and do me justice
Take the mic and bust this
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