Expand and dilate, so by the end of the we put down the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the but they style ain't pure A carbon copy, that's right, Rak, it out so sloppy Plus far from crisp, so I leave you wit
Yo, to me it don't matter how dope you write or MC's without a voice should a book You heard me properly, claimin' shit you didn't, oh really My crew's more dedicated than training in Philly Put your gloves on, to get more than, can't withstand The they left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam I never got redemption from an mention So my hug the beat wit the tightest suspension
Don't on turns, of course floor the corners Yo, my drive, got tracks like beehives You can't pass my gate, a great mistake, you paid the You than me? You screaming, "Shorty no mas" Yo, some I'm clever Others think I'm the one who too many references to Whether or not I'm this beyond words explain Yo, you set up a battle outdoors and pray for
ladies and gentlemen
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the When we put the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure Some try to do the same but they style pure A carbon copy, right ev, it comes out so sloppy Plus far from crisp, so I you wit this
Ai yo, you speak like who you wit And piece who you paint wit is merging, no matter who you bank wit Imagery battle hymns, poetry Platform show, by now you know Who don't scheme, but knows more lines than Coke Closing dark plates, hot and smoking Sneaky green flow, thought provoking
mics, turntables and stages broken Dilated y'all, irisciece y'all, awake revolve while Rakka rocks the break Revolution is a to turn, vital to learn Next time neighborhoods are liable to burn Toys meet the same steppin' in range your folks hollering at you 'bout playin' wit flame? Can't be contained, row's insane Alchemist the track, Irisci, bullet train
Attention and gentlemen
Expand and dilate, so by the end of the When we put the mic Thinkin' Peoples brings heat guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but style ain't pure A carbon copy, that's Rak, it comes out so sloppy Plus far crisp, Babs, leave 'em wit this