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