Sophisticated Mic Pros

Welcome to the surplus

My rhymes underneath the surface

Time to bring it to the light right

Despite what you thought you heard

I be hearing other words going around

Fuck these clowns

Ran from my 9 to 5

Still plan to keep it live all day

Can't see it any other way

It's time for me to execute

Maybe be the next to shoot

Blow out your dome get gone

Looking at me sideways

They might find you in your driveway

Or some remote highway

I do it my way

Never convert to yours

Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score

Full court press we stress

Then open up your chest, shatter the cage

No 12 gauge

We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks

We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what

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We flip these while you niggas flip those

The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows

We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows

We up in they face sophisticated mic pros

Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive

With classical shit since 1995

While niggas insist they #1 on the list

I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist

We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan

The illest MC to ever come from San Fran

Money and grands you better watch the quick hand

Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand

You seein a man who had a choice with a voice

Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd

But nevertheless the best man on the mic

You try to recite but can't get the lines right

We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades

When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed

No further delays about a thou for the show

Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what

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Yo we three steps ahead of y'all

You niggas thought that I was scared a y'all

You niggas need the Geritol

The Rookie of the Year is clear

Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet

But none of y'all could pose a threat

I pump fear in the vein remain the same

Go against the grain

Keep it straight ahead so spread

I be goin for they head takin they neck

Takin my respect

Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat

While y'all be runnin in the streets

Knowin that you can't compete

I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat

Watchin y'all cheat

This game wasn't made for kids

We get rid of the weak rhymes

So when it's time to speak mine

I got about a thousand flows

No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros

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Understand this

Grand imperial

Soulfather Rasco

You know it

Peace to Planet Asia

Cali Agents Nigga

Believe that

99 to 2 Thou