Featuring: MF Doom

[Posdonus]

Up in them 5-star tellies saying two mic rhymes
Be them average MCs of the times
Unlike them, we craft gems

So systematically inclined to pen lines
Without saying the producer's name all over the track
Yeah I said it! What you need to do is get back

To reading credits, we them medics
Alphabetically stuck on that english
Now quit now before we pour

That sure shot pure rock co.kane flow

[MF Doom]

From the top of the key for 3 -- Villain!
Been on in the game as long as he can wheelie a Schwinn
Turn the corner spinning, bust that $$# and get up

Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up
He got jumped, it pumped his adrenaline
He said it made him tougher than a bump of raw medicine

To write all night long, the hourglass is still slow
Flow from Hellborn to free power like LILCo
And still owe bills, pay dues forever

Slay youths when it comes to who's more cleverer
Use to wore a leather goose V with a fur collar
And charged a fee for loose leaf words per dollar

Ya heard? Holler - broad or dude, we need food
Eat your teams for sure, the streets sure seem rude
For fam like the Partridges, pardon him for the mix-up

Battle for your Atari cartridges or put your kicks up
It's a stick up


[Dave]
Now put your blix up, these Riddick Bowe cuts
Is swoll like penile flicks, give 'em 20

The danger in his eyes'll let you know he's a brawler
Bring your tallest champs like that much taller
Ten pounds heavier, one step ahead of it

Vocab, stamina, style's all irrelevant
Camps and cliques, units, squad crews and clans
Even your tongues'll $#&@ around and leave your mouth


[MF Doom]
Doom brung that bum, there goes that news van again

Act like you knew like Toucan Sam and 'em
He eat rappers like part of a complete breakfast
Their rhymes ain't worth the weight of they cheap necklace

String 'em up, ring 'em up under whack junk snack
And get that out your hand, punk, jump and get your dunk smacked
Foul, we all know the rules bro

You slow, you blow the soup on you fools, his own Boss like Hugo

[Posdonus]

You go lights, camera, action with no makeup
We De La to the death, or at least until we break up
Here's a couple of nice guys who finished first

So nice try, but the prize is ours dispersed
They say the good die young, so I added some
Bad-ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum

Everyone cools off from being hot
It's about if you can handle being cold or not
And we was told to hop on no one's dick by Prince Paul

We stayed original ever since y'all
First to do a lot of things in the game but the last to say it
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it

And don't do it for the plays or to raise the bar
Yet it's raised anyway, it's so amazing, are
The three L.I. brothers from the other way of thinking

Hey your lady's winking, I think you need to control that
Or I'll have to hold that


[Dave]
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
(Yo let's cookie cut the %#@! and get the gingerbread, man)

Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sipping broads like 7-Up (ahh) so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdate's September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8

Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late