And so on, and so on, and so on
They have always opposed greatness
Lesson or loss enforce those in
Swings of things, observed in my sockets
On the racks but my label is derelict
Smooth, set-up so slick
The masses have always been lethargic
Step to this, as the derelict reanimates
And left to show this, to those who typecast
I stays mumble, I speaks jumble
I speak slow, I carry a fat stick
Defrost the eye and spy on the serpent
As I set to move, all the great masses
The sinister signs of my rhymes is sex
Asses bounce to a track that is all in
[Incomprehensible]
Phonetics on phonograph'll prime your petrol
No Jim hat as my mouth ejaculates
3rd Bass, but not a bass for slidin'
Get your kneepads and reapply your chap stick
[Incomprehensible]
Ill missions, but doin' us ain't even simple
You'll get swept like a broom and you'll make room for daddy
Spic-n-span I slam, it's balls you lick
Ill the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
Foundation, for a nation who's mind is in motion
But intermission I glimpsed and I clock more
Couderoy slacks, loops and sales tax
'Cause I'm a derelict of dialect
Individuals who are never satisfied
The ace in the hole, I'm the derelict of dialect
Dialect spoken, in sectional lesson
And they called three friends
So go on my path and try to follow
Trust this search and I crush this
Playin' themselves with the fingers they point
Goin' in fluid, who did you just dis
Subliminal I put a noose on the necks
A spot who got your head frozen
[Incomprehensible]
Retroactive, my knot scale is tipped off
I press on point, some sweat my jizznoint
The flows I knows puts the papers in pockets
I rip the head off, the derelict stepped off
On act two, he tried to close curtain
Of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
In ten spot I got stacks of LP wax
I'm droppin' my quarter, I'm placin' my call in
To my crew that's down with the street trends
With the static standards set by the masses
Mental need for oppression
White boy in New York and I can't get a cab G
I heard your hooker she likes to do knee-bends
But I got a girl, so I called up three friends
The less you know, the more you gotta guess on
Derelicts watch act three and the encore
Oppressed and all vexed and just placed a suggestion
And I called three friends
[Incomprehensible]
Stereotype the rhymer as a criminal
So take me to my rest so I guess I'll get wrecked
Play around and you'll fall off the deep end
But not step for step, 'cause I like to sidestep
