Collaboration Of Mics

And ya don't stop!

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.

Sermon

And ya don't stop!

[El Da Sensai]

Yo, pitchin the mission itchin for niggaz to mention

These rhymes don't catch attention incidental composition

But alas I kick that, pro rap, boogie for the rookies

Who can't adapt fully, basically that shit be bull, see

[Lord Jamar]

Ya see this track be pullin me like gravitation

Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin on this Lord Finesse creation

Causin heart attacks and palpatations

Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin mics to keep it real

[Tame One]

I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest

is invested in, testin men like lab specimens

My daily regiment of elemental babble

keeps MC's rattled, I'm breakin my words up like Scrabble

[Lord Finesse]

Not the type to try to ever diss, lyrically, clearly, the cleverest

Don't front, we blow your spot like the terrorist

We do our thing and stand strong like Mt. Everest

The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin terror kids

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.

Sermon

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe

And ya don't stop!

(repeat all 4X)

[Tame One]

The new procedure is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa

when we beat you with the speech

We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip code

Now watch us flip the mode like our shit went gold

Bar playin stars get scarred and left salty

by the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee

Good son like McCully, caulkin stalkin and walkin

I express best when smokin sess with a good Walkman

[Lord Jamar]

I'm breakin rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus

Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six releases

Find me in the mix, where the trees is

Puffin L's in threes, tryin to make G's kid

Studyin degrees, livin lovely with my universal family

Rollin in the MPV, makin beats on the MPC

Understand and add, triple cipher

Niggaz be crippled without some weed and a lighter

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.

Sermon

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe

And ya don't stop!

(repeat 2X)

[Lord Finesse]

Uhh, check it

It's the grand hitter, that's stands bigger in your transistor

That's historical like your late great ancestor

Ain't no hurtin me, certainly, personally

This verse'll be, the hottest shit out since Mercury

Check it, I deserve respect child because I project styles

More mysterious than the X Files

I can build and expand on it

Some got 'Five on It', fuck it, I got a hundred grand on it

[El Da Sensai]

Really y'all niggaz feel me when we step on the spot

Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hopin

that the punishment ceases MC with masterpieces

Out to burn so learn, and check this fat thesis

X's and O's diagrams shit to flow

Cram expertise the bro, nigga from the East so

As we start to shine, brothers get the dick

Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it

"This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E.

Sermon

"Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe

And ya don't stop!

(repeat 4X)

*scratching of above to fade