[Verse 1]
Said this a freestyle, it's strictly off the top of the dome
I'm in N.Y.C, about two thousand miles from home
I'm in the zone, murder your chromosome in an instant
Hit it like killer instinct
The second I get it, it's so hypnotic
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
I grip the microphone and this is how we do it, E.T. phone home
I'm on another constellation when I spit it
This is how we do it, yes I rip it, yes I gotta get it
This that Mos Def, Illadelph, The Roots, Black Thought
The shit that never taught
Goddamn, can you feel it now
R.A double T.P.A.C.K all day, every day, yeah, uh
Just having a good time spittin' this rhyme
Never written cause that shit is forbidden, feelin' sublime, goddamn
I said I'm feelin' myself, goddamn, feelin' good, I said I'm feelin' my health
With my homie Big Kenny to the right of my side, with my homie, homie Nick to the left of my side
Gotta spit it, gotta rip it for that Maryland pride
You know the dilly, this is how we do it, word to Philly
And everybody in that Tri-state, watch me migrate to the moon and back, goddamn
God-goddamn, I'm just feelin' this villainous vibe
L.O.G.I.C, we gotta get it, peace to The Tribe Called Quest
Uh, take one to the chest, gotta wear a vest, nevertheless
Might cop a motherfuckin' feel on your bitch's breasts
I'm just having a good time, having a good time
Once again I said none of this shit is written, phone out of sight
This is how we do it, goddamn feelin' hella right
Yeah, I'm feelin' good and, yeah, I said I'm vibin'
This is how we do it with my homies and we tribin'
Freestyle, the art of a rhyme, this is random thought
Once again, I said this is shit that can never be taught, yeah
Said this a freestyle, it's strictly off the top of the dome
I'm in N.Y.C, about two thousand miles from home
I'm in the zone, murder your chromosome in an instant
Hit it like killer instinct
The second I get it, it's so hypnotic
Goddamn, I'm a miraculous man
I grip the microphone and this is how we do it, E.T. phone home
I'm on another constellation when I spit it
This is how we do it, yes I rip it, yes I gotta get it
This that Mos Def, Illadelph, The Roots, Black Thought
The shit that never taught
Goddamn, can you feel it now
R.A double T.P.A.C.K all day, every day, yeah, uh
Just having a good time spittin' this rhyme
Never written cause that shit is forbidden, feelin' sublime, goddamn
I said I'm feelin' myself, goddamn, feelin' good, I said I'm feelin' my health
With my homie Big Kenny to the right of my side, with my homie, homie Nick to the left of my side
Gotta spit it, gotta rip it for that Maryland pride
You know the dilly, this is how we do it, word to Philly
And everybody in that Tri-state, watch me migrate to the moon and back, goddamn
God-goddamn, I'm just feelin' this villainous vibe
L.O.G.I.C, we gotta get it, peace to The Tribe Called Quest
Uh, take one to the chest, gotta wear a vest, nevertheless
Might cop a motherfuckin' feel on your bitch's breasts
I'm just having a good time, having a good time
Once again I said none of this shit is written, phone out of sight
This is how we do it, goddamn feelin' hella right
Yeah, I'm feelin' good and, yeah, I said I'm vibin'
This is how we do it with my homies and we tribin'
Freestyle, the art of a rhyme, this is random thought
Once again, I said this is shit that can never be taught, yeah
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