Fuck choosing a word, use everyone you've ever heard
In that case we're better than you confuse, just call it music work[?]
Whose complexities drop next to these concept mc's; fuck ya bomb threats with rhyme schemes
Please put your dogma on the leash kid, these cats come to collect
Confuse the callous crush crawl into your ear canal connect
Rustling egos and the light emit by [unintelligible] definitions
A rhymin' savage, never ravage, musical emissions [unintelligible]
These hands for all the cats searchin' hard for the content, who won't settle for the nonsense
For those whose intellect will just not accept the dumb shit
The last true few has, willing to spend their final dollars on they favorite hip-hop artist, no matter who the cost is, lest[?] darkness
Writer(s): Geoffrey Gerald Lagadec, Benjamin Joseph Murphy, David Mitchell Smith
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