[Verse 1: Supraliminal]
They can teach you how to dougie Im a teach ya how to Doug E Fresh/
In back of high school beatboxin for freestilly session/

%#@! was illy kid in Murdapan with Stat and CG spittin written gems up in the Iliad/
I picked the ministry the ones who said it/
The metaphor over the simile architecture and the aesthetics/ them poem metrics/

And to those who spread the lectures come into the accepted or prep for an unpleasant exit/
I write to set the bar high puffin on buckacheen when I come through/
Write to inspire me yall can suck a (whoooo)/

But I know the ones that recognize feel them lines/
Hit like a wrecking ball hear them virgins cryin/
Im a rap connoisseur you nothin on me/

The young Warren Buffett mixed with the white Sean P/
White and black swan simultaneous the bad up in your radius/
But feels so good like your uncle Nicky in the vein he hits/

I beat em to submission have em tappin out/
Yo everybody got the god-given gift everybody rappin now/
What happened to the chosen few the predators the throng touchers /

Supreme editors letters thats carefully constructed/
More of a standout spitter I don't belong by ya /
Less of a rapper cat more of a songwriter/

And as things have it with hip hop so stigmatic/
I'm a break the habit and bring it back...


[Hook: x2]
To the art of rhyme where we spit about the hardest of times/
The dopest nights and the words just fall in line/

Meaning is visual every syllable nothing wasted/
The ink that seep thru the pages music for the ages


[Verse 2: Dean Swift]
The real gifted spitter in the world of scriptures/
Everything I touch glitters King Midas to y'all ^!$$%s/

Alliances don't wither The pressures the vice gripper/
Locking this %#@! down Ice cold no mild winters/
Now watch my mind splinter Breaking away/

These dudes respect me cause I'm real and what I'm able to say/ $#&@er
You not like us perfected the art form/
Smooth as a new born you flinch and get moved on/

Straight up I pop %#@! toxic off the top or subconscious/
You herbs don't want this we some monsters/
Swinging out like Spartacus Hip-hop I'm the heart of this/

Since I was spitting in the back of the bus like !@$!ed kids/
And now I'm getting larger (*##$ thinking can you swallow this/
Or am I going to clog up your whole entire esophagus/

Either I'm sick and insane or insane crazy/
But the rap game need help it's screaming save me


[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3: Supraliminal]

Since I tacked the Beastie Boys poster up/
I stood studied smartened focused up burned a bliz toast a cup/
Was just a pup with this rap %#@! unestablished /

When they had me on stage open for Kwe made it magic/
Cuz I brought it to em raw warmest regards its SUP/
Influencing yall make the dick hard/

Shout my believers and fans thats whats goody/
Back since day 1 in shelltoes and gap hoodie kept it real actually/
No crunk was in punch drunk love with the notepad/

Back when shwag was just sum bunk $$# buds/
$#&@s the dilly now about to cause a terror beautifully Vida Guerra/
With this treasure chest full of rhymes from the golden era/

Let me at em first how many times think I edit a verse/
Youll catch the persona up at the dress rehearsal/
Been stackin the rep since 04/

New face? Nah just first class of that new school folklore

[Hook: x2]