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*after 2 minutes of

Yo so let's get the mic burned, it up

Thought]
Yes I, it out
It's like, you listen to the
Umbilicle mic, my strikes ya vision
I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
By the B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the
Thought yo, while I exhibit the
Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, the style
Severin rooms just like apartments, ill
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my number one neighbor,
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
So I'm just set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
Other niggas rhymes are gang signs, I throw down theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get like Hamlet
Supposedly nice, for granted like life
I write and drop singles in record pools
Niggas I'm dunkin like cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
big words and not sayin shit
The that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
Niggas is weak an' and I start to
start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise
Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I a
bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like
I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is
Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or
song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
?Tremblin when it came the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
Mics I chop like Florida State wit criminal facts
And milly ac-tually I piss on promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, nigga swears he's the nicest
Just because he got of the month twice
Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit
Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices,
Absolute uh, Absolute uh, uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin the
My words will your dome
When I'm quick to strike your just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will yours
Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your
It's the beef for attack
When I, yes to subtract the wack
When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and
Flowin like water from a fountain I deliver
Like water from a river makin you
for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we you open like a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man the House of Representatives
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what bout ta
Do I you a style and throw you?
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the 'cause
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my voice so you can me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to from the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged that change formats and forms
I swarm like killa bees for feelin these
MC's throw a tantrum, I the Fifth Anthem
it's like this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach where my level is
Black severin competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And halt, I guess it was my fault
I came through thick like a malt, niggas to pour salt
But knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
Niggas follow, hold the water
My keep flowin
Now I'm showin poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the first New
Start to it
The shit is like this, where the beat
I give the silent treatment
They tried to come against me, I em they wasn't fresh
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't room to shit on the mic
That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I need a pad
Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound extra
Like days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
Never been a phony, Express styles like a
Hold ya horses, Com read The Sources
Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I this
One time, it back the rap sunshine
Niggas me like one time
it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's like this upon the mic yo I sit

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one now, Pharoahe Monch yo
It's not at the bar, even if you a star
Wit me and my crew doll you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
Peepin the upper echelon of light
distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, revolutions than a axel
The sad slow nigga smoother than Coltrane
Who can cop beats that I chop cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the while my can pile up
More data than X-File all added up
The educated nigga Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme
But like steam I will to the top to redeem the cream
For who fiend for hip hop
I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop
>From top notch cops to bust from a
Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon kick the dome

The word was precision so I get a vision
And makin sentences on top of your
Underground,
Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter
Who can't across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the joint in his shit, the back shit
I pack shit but it's never like an
I'm causin static like the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
at my man Bobbito and Stretch
I gotta catch the
I'm never off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
my turn to rhyme again
Don't need to be greedy, I give my old to the needy
Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

and shoutouts to end*