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