You never heard it done like this
Who else could put it down like this?


(High Priest)
As we move with the scenery
Let's walk through this corporate machinery

This big P
Now what the deal is?
P let it fizz the wiz

The business is as is
Never saw this day coming
I think I'm in a great place to summon some of the illest

The killer
Still it gets sicker
The vocals like ghosts in the air

The lights flicker
I might vicar the mic
Write like I never knew sight

The block knows
The vatos
Hydraulics staring over pot-holes

My mind goes side bar
To climb inside these bars
For the people behind the 8-Ball

When fate calls
I'm the P to the R I Z M
And if not

Then why would I say I am
The alchemist
The Al-Qaeda

The biters light as rock
New era P
Therapy for lost MCs

It goes hands up
It goes heads high
Everybody move

K to the I
Big things coming through for you
It's that sickness

Call it the bird flu
Hands up
Heads High


Suddenly
Never mind if extended

I remember once invented
Get it before anyone crossed the line
In time for lessons

Instead that unleaded gasoline
Influenced your stream of consciousness
Deflating that ego

Didn't continue the argument
Shouldn't I mellow out though?
Inverted

Crafted through perfection
Spread it amongst the industry
Simply to apply the chemistry mentioned within me

Readjust
Centered
Mild-mannered

Temperature tampered
Ready for an overload
Unless solving the answer

I couldn't imagine establishing something else
Note to self-esteem
Lean a little bit close to your dream

Never listen to critics criticizing the scene

You never heard it done like this

Who else could put it down like this?