[Black Thought]
Ayo I'm just a lyracist, !@!@&& commenced
My personna is blissed, the most pure connoisseur

Of literature, that beast on the mic, like a dinosaur
Making y'all want more as we enter the encore
Kid I'm every MC, it's all in me

For all eternity I represent in southern Philly
Indeed as I thought I proceed and make MC's bleed
Fake MC's need to take heed

The essence of my presence is a seed
Kid I got styles you wouldn't believe
?Impress my rap league?

The Roots poetic and you're pathetic
I'm laughing at MC's paragraph, illiterates can't read
Or can't seem to conceive, or construct a product

That don't suck, but record companies do not give a !#@*
That's why forever after you will hear the laughter
As I flip the rap chapter you'll be on your back after

It's the master microphone magician
Do work that make the people listen
Thoughts in mind glisten as your rhyme's missing

Hold tight, let's do this right
Cause I can see we got a lot of MC's that need insight tonight
It's like...


[vocally scratched by Rahzel] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"


[Malik B]
Now if your vision's still blurry, I'm a underline the turns
Flip the page, synonyms, your minimum, wage

So I's a cash it, Black Thought, my squad so ^!$$%s blast it
In sections, no questions get asked
Still no sequel, equality means equal

Cause equality is we
I enter your dimension with my tension
Cause I rhyme in such a non-tense, ^!$$%s will mind this

Illadelphiatic, my culture might approach ya when I distort to static
If it's drama let's have it
Broke, you're selling !@%!e, then you know my staff will grab it

Then drive off in traffic, with the paper mathematic
But back to the topic, The Roots dropping %#@! upon your optic
Quite clever, like the right weather

Every (every) body (body) it's not like the Hills of Beverly
These creeps you ^!$$%s never see
Get the picture? Here's a mixture of a medly

Peace to the players on Smedely
Baby, they say weak threats and you wonder what's next


[vocally manipulated by Rahzel] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"

[Dice Raw]

One time, for the mind when I exact
The lyrical styles of a contact like karate
I'm driving down the streets in a Mazeratti pimping your hottie

I'm living snotty, buying the clothes of John Gotti
An ill brother, want to test me kid? I'm an ill ^!$$%
Wear only Tommy Illfiger, so go figure

I'm a bad brother, word to mother
You can never touch me with lyrics that's sloppy
I'm like a prophet and you can't stop me

I prohecy my prophecil is prophecized by D.Z.
I see he, R-A-W, who the $#&@ are you?
Any other way I roast your $$# at a barbeque

Split Skittles, my dick on you will get split from your toes to
Your wig, aww %#@!, here comes Dice Raw
The kid who never took a bad fall

On "The Lesson," rapping is my profession
You can never censor me out with parental discretion
Lyrically I get toxic with rappers

My nuclear weapon a missle, keep it over my back
In a holster, pimping the wack MC's like hoes to
I'm broke like your mom's toaster

You can't fade me or degrade me, lyrically I get excellent, B
You want to reach my planet where I'm hard like granite?
Packing mother$#&@ers up, and freaky like Janet

You could never touch me, son
When I always represent and get the job done
Logan Valley represent, peace to my ^!$$%s M.A.R.S.
I'm hitting you over your head making you see stars
So back up, don't make me act up, you'll get smacked up

Physically backed up and sold to grey bands in Southville
Well I mean Northville
I get ill, and I kill at WILL!

[Rahzel does his thing] "Ayo I'm every MC, it's all in me"


[scratched by the one and only Rahzel] "Dice riggedy Raw!"