Hook (Realeyez and Klinik):
It's one thing to think of a rhyme and pen it
Another thing to pick up the mic and spit it
But unless it's linguistic instrinsicly infinite wisdom then it holds no interest
It's one thing to think of a rhyme and pen it
Another thing to pick up the mic and spit it
But unless it's linguistic instrinsicly infinite wisdom then it holds no interest
Verse 1 (Realeyez):
There's a lot of cats flowin' yo, but I can flow better
Forever, not to mentions oh so clever
Ready go-getter pro spitter is endless
Y'all are droppin' simple shit, my wisdom is infinite
Interest risin' to the top like biscuits is
Real cats around the circle city are spinnin' this
Realeyez, ill vibes, livin' with sicknesses
Breath of fire, dragon style, homie so enter this
Like a doorway, microphone foreplay
Before she gets fucked Indiana to Norway
Ice rhymes freezin' up my mouth like sorbet
Find the name of every beat we killed on our court case
Breathin' for a reason, rhymes will innovate
Y'all get on the microphone and hyperventilate
Integrate real life so the stories raw
On top of the Circle Monument, watchin' the corny fall
Born to ball around the world like I was a Globetrotter
And keep the flow hotter than a fresh tostada
"Eyez quit killin' the beat!" Don't gotta
Bring you more drama than a bitch's soap opera
A vicious show stopper when we kick it so proper
Make the hood rock like Woodstock and I was Joe Cocker
Soul doctor hip hopper, ride or roll rocker,
Roll up your spliff, pop lighter, full opera
Time to go aqua, H2O talk
All night I blow ganja, it makes my throat raw
Want an OZ? Let me make a phone call
And you can blow trees that'll blaze ya dome off
I'm talkin' Cali kush, fuck the back alley bush
Up in the Circle City, purple pretty pounds to push
Y'all never saw the underground, too far down to look
On a mission, rhyme fishin', that's when I found a hook
Hook x2
Verse 2 (Klinik):
I got the bombest, y'all should not compete
Plus my, thoughts are deep I took a quantum leap
Into a different existence, cats are gainin' no interest
I only go Where Eagles Dare because this kid is a Misfit
Yes the Klinik is hittin' the upper echelon
Till the rest are gone and I'm sittin' upon
The microphone throne, gold plated, yes you hoes hate it
Because we spit it perfect even tho I'm so faded
I'm beyond swag, it's 2011 mystique
When I spit on the beat, rappers just turn to mincemeat
The shit's deep so wrap your head around it
And if you can't, well then you can't, so you better just fuckin' act astounded
Cuz I'm poundin' out these beats in a daily way
And I stay around the way as the same place as Babyface
Hoosier states, a 500 lap race
My past dates had me up in last base
An upper cut to the gut with my third leg
Your girl labels all of her voicemails as urgent
I'm a wordsmith that's preachin' the gospel
Topple every whack cat, it's the hip hop apostle
It's not plausible or possible
To get ahead the Soul Click, what you're doin' is a lot of bull
And I've gotta go and finish up the dirty work
My words emerge from the surface craftin' a perfect verse
When I'm slurrin' my words my lyrics still penetrate
Your mental state (why's that??) I guess it was your fate
Take a break from tryna live a lie
And listen to this real this the next time you try and spit a rhyme
Yeah I grip the mic and do it so well
There ain't no tellin' what the hell I'm gonna do with myself
To emcees, I'm hazardous to your health
I'm infinite, so many raps that you felt
Hook x2
Hook (Realeyez and Klinik):
It's one thing to think of a rhyme and pen it
Another thing to pick up the mic and spit it
But unless it's linguistic instrinsicly infinite wisdom then it holds no interest
It's one thing to think of a rhyme and pen it
Another thing to pick up the mic and spit it
But unless it's linguistic instrinsicly infinite wisdom then it holds no interest
Verse 1 (Realeyez):
There's a lot of cats flowin' yo, but I can flow better
Forever, not to mentions oh so clever
Ready go-getter pro spitter is endless
Y'all are droppin' simple shit, my wisdom is infinite
Interest risin' to the top like biscuits is
Real cats around the circle city are spinnin' this
Realeyez, ill vibes, livin' with sicknesses
Breath of fire, dragon style, homie so enter this
Like a doorway, microphone foreplay
Before she gets fucked Indiana to Norway
Ice rhymes freezin' up my mouth like sorbet
Find the name of every beat we killed on our court case
Breathin' for a reason, rhymes will innovate
Y'all get on the microphone and hyperventilate
Integrate real life so the stories raw
On top of the Circle Monument, watchin' the corny fall
Born to ball around the world like I was a Globetrotter
And keep the flow hotter than a fresh tostada
"Eyez quit killin' the beat!" Don't gotta
Bring you more drama than a bitch's soap opera
A vicious show stopper when we kick it so proper
Make the hood rock like Woodstock and I was Joe Cocker
Soul doctor hip hopper, ride or roll rocker,
Roll up your spliff, pop lighter, full opera
Time to go aqua, H2O talk
All night I blow ganja, it makes my throat raw
Want an OZ? Let me make a phone call
And you can blow trees that'll blaze ya dome off
I'm talkin' Cali kush, fuck the back alley bush
Up in the Circle City, purple pretty pounds to push
Y'all never saw the underground, too far down to look
On a mission, rhyme fishin', that's when I found a hook
Hook x2
Verse 2 (Klinik):
I got the bombest, y'all should not compete
Plus my, thoughts are deep I took a quantum leap
Into a different existence, cats are gainin' no interest
I only go Where Eagles Dare because this kid is a Misfit
Yes the Klinik is hittin' the upper echelon
Till the rest are gone and I'm sittin' upon
The microphone throne, gold plated, yes you hoes hate it
Because we spit it perfect even tho I'm so faded
I'm beyond swag, it's 2011 mystique
When I spit on the beat, rappers just turn to mincemeat
The shit's deep so wrap your head around it
And if you can't, well then you can't, so you better just fuckin' act astounded
Cuz I'm poundin' out these beats in a daily way
And I stay around the way as the same place as Babyface
Hoosier states, a 500 lap race
My past dates had me up in last base
An upper cut to the gut with my third leg
Your girl labels all of her voicemails as urgent
I'm a wordsmith that's preachin' the gospel
Topple every whack cat, it's the hip hop apostle
It's not plausible or possible
To get ahead the Soul Click, what you're doin' is a lot of bull
And I've gotta go and finish up the dirty work
My words emerge from the surface craftin' a perfect verse
When I'm slurrin' my words my lyrics still penetrate
Your mental state (why's that??) I guess it was your fate
Take a break from tryna live a lie
And listen to this real this the next time you try and spit a rhyme
Yeah I grip the mic and do it so well
There ain't no tellin' what the hell I'm gonna do with myself
To emcees, I'm hazardous to your health
I'm infinite, so many raps that you felt
Hook x2