[ VERSE 1 ] Once again it's the brain goin against the grain Here to entertain and rip em out of the frame Heatin up like a flame, watch the heat maintain As I take aim at the lame rap game Ain't it a shame? (rap is goin crazy) The lyrical skills (are gettin kinda lazy) The gift they're shootin (couldn't even graze me) Most rappers deliver enough rhythm and givin em Limited lyrical play, gee Now who drops rhymes for the mind, only a handful Only the deaf, dumb and blind brothers stand still While hundreds of maniacs sit back and kick that Lyrical madness, flip that and get back To funky rhymea with the flow like a lyricist Connectin lines like a poet, I'm tired of hearin this 'Bang bang, shoot em up, ba-boo, you get buck-bucked' If you ain't down with what's up Then you can get with these...
[ VERSE 2 ] Only generic lyrics satisfy the mundane Shorties with forties, and shortly after the blunts came Brothers were buzzin and never noticed it wasn't Nothin lyrical, hear it till the market started floodin Dozens of fictional gangsters, nothin against your Fake lifestyle, but your rhyme style tends to Get repetitive, cause it's inedited you think it's better with Explicit illicit lyrics - but like a sedative The rhymes ain't hype, so the crowd lost sight They shift the focus to flavor and what a brother's flow's like So here come the flow, the lovable, huggable, colorful flow The brother that glows, in the dark, cause out of the darkness I rose So many new flows, I froze my foes and everyone knows The cons and pros of steppin to Moe, the highs and lows It's up and down and out you go So back up, re-group, slow down and check the cut And if you still ain't down, get up on these...
[ VERSE 3 ] I always wondered how a rapper never could wreck shop But if he had a funky track and a fat hook, he'd get props Treated like some kind of hero, most of em come no where near Moe If you call them number one, I know that I got to be zero I come before the one, I'm second to none I come in the circumference 360, as if the infinite sun Chained to the Most High, you know the rhyme's most fly I could survive and come alive when most die I change the scene, I flips the scripts I wrecks the sets, I sinks the ships So one shot, aye captain, I hate weak rappin Brothers thinkin they're mackin, so I pimp-slap em Showin em who's large in charge, runnin em up outta dodge This is a hostile take-over, I'm takin over, searg Give me your stripes and your mics, enough is enough You can roll with us, or you can roll with these...