[Godemis]
This is my playground
And I don't play around

I bust a grammar glock and leave em lying face down
Ubi coming right behind me with that trait now
Any n every enemy better black his face out

Put em on, most pessimistic when pushing this
Pen-point accuracy, thundering to get back to the beat
'Cause I'm bad to the B-O-N-E

Only prescribing that purple pill
Perpendicular to poison, that most certainly kills
Only realer than the real, with the skill to prevail

How I feel when it ain't all good
I got six for the holier than thou, my pen pal
Really wish ya'll would, would cop for the veteran

And keep on knockin' but we not gon' let em in
The question's rhetorical, give me a s-s-s-s-sentence


Hook:
What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change
You thought we'd stay the same

With a legacy to be lost
Never thoughts will f-f-f-fade away


Ya'll think we ain't gon' change
You thought we'd stay the same
What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

Thought we'd always stay the same? [x2]

[Ubiquitous]

They said we couldn't
We didn't get in our wish is granted
1, 2, 3 for the pen

Independent no disadvantage
This is Alanis, my rapping skill's a jagged pill, swallow
Following since when Tribe Called Quest was rapping still

Now I'm back with the real
Keep all eyes on deck when I'm on Ces
We go way back like Biotech

My style fresh
When am I gon' get my dues?
I write off stress, imagine this icon upset

Turn the mic on and bless
Preaching power
Worship icons of death

From Anubis to Ra to South-Vietnamese coup d'etat
General D. and the chemical demons induce chaos
Like a suitcase bombing

Achmed and Jihad we been at odds
Set em off, better get em off
Never talk again when the pen is lodged

In your larynx seriously it's so hilarious, ha
Living off me vicariously, it's so American
Arrogant naïve, marinate and wear-in a cape

When Icarus got too close to the sun
The pa-pa-pa-paraffin gave, serenade!


[Hook x2]

[Mac Lethal]

It's the king of the king of the
Wait a minute, no!
It's the prince of the city with the fatal sentence flow

Sado!@%@ic rhythm, rippin 80 minute show
I'm supernatural, my sacrament
Is scraping from these dreidel spinning hoes

Whoa, I got an axe to grind, I got an axel in my mind
I wind it till I'm binded to the nickels and dimes
I drink until I'm spittin up slime

Till I wrinkle like a pickle and brine
I'm on a waterbed with your girl
30 minutes later, that's a ripple in time

My gun's maced up, working but my missiles are fine
Hob-knobin' hot dollar sign budget
Kansas City traded Tony Gonzalez like $#&@ it

$#&@ pushin these cheap tricks
Three things make money out in Kansas City
That's drugs, #~!!@ and Jesus
B's itch and move the $#&@ over
Get ready for the Mac Lethal movie

Closing-liner rollercoaster mother$#&@er

[Hook x2]