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Chorus: 

The concerto, of the desperado 
R-double-O-T-S check the flow 
If you know like I know then you know the motto 
That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to go 

Verse One: 

In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro 
My poetry is set like a U.F.O. 
The maestro, the lyricist concerto 
My physical play the role of a vessel 
The level of my lyrics law manifesto 
My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts 
of a gorilla stronger than Samson 
Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just 
stimulate you like the best sensimilla 
The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed 
hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe- 
-reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper 
Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper 
Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister 
Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the 
you lose your balance when the sound hits ya 
So check for the, fifth militia 
A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture 
Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister 
I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher 
And take advantage of ya because you amateur 
Styles gunning down your sound man and manager 
What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six 
With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit 
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron 
It's time to go to war we spar reaction 

Chorus 2X 

Verse Two: 

The implorer, the universe explorer 
Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah 
Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora 
With styles that's newer than the world order 
Approximately three quarters of y'all are water 
I straight deport ya 
Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture 
The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image 
Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage 
It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant 
that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant 
You fold like Japan's futons and fans 
While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian 
I crush a mountain into grands of sand 
Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand 
The desperado, that refuse to follow 
The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle 
I deep like the dark of the night 
Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic 
They use the simple back and forth the same 
old rhythm that's plain 
I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain 
It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist 
inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us 
As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron 
It's time to go to war we spar reaction 

Chorus 2X

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