Elevate your mental level   step aside the music so you can rebel   see pomeroy is here to take it to you the funky devil   its me the d, you number one m.c.   so give me dat microphone so i can play the past lyrics, yo   i can put my thoughts over a 5 piece screw   and with my words i'll make a person with a passive body move   and groove into an ill sensational kid   lockin the bid for who we rockin your lid, my id   in the drivers seat so i can run it down   with poetic flaming arrows let me introduce the sound   situate your mind for a logical download   too many mc's lookin for their way on the clown road   pass the racks of overweighted tracks   you might find a clash with what they say is a smash   hit me with the one and two, the he-hi-into   hits you with a brand new issue, shoot      chorus:   ooooohhhhh, the celemental evelvation   the source of soulful exploration   yaaaaah         today they crown me, the straight p.i.m.p.   the p i'll be back and o the mp3, yo   and this is the grave and do everything you like   i turn your backs off twice when i rock the mic   cast away 101 dalmations, feel my vibration   walkin down the uncreated playin out the sound   to the 8 to the rollin of you record hasnt sold enough yet   says the size of your debt true   cuz fans like you been switchin, since '82   itchin' for somethin new, being told what to do   because the platinum hits dont mean it wack read shits   no need to throw fits   just look back in the blitz-and-which-we-could-lock-horns-which   cant-reach-me-like-scotland-o-play-them-just-tell-them-the-reason   we-wont-quit   we pump up the stereo like mine is abuse   cuz this the type of shit you need to listen to         times spin, begin, flip the calendar days   while those animated minutes blur to form hazy shades of gray   foughts my sign dismay    its motivation is the cheese of being smoking the gray   raise the bar, elevate, mode that matters relate   to the end, transcend, the prior theories reshape, make   the wonder of life times 10 without stripe   thats mother drippin hot right off the end of the knife   fat and tasty, dont waste thee   just grill of the mc, our lyrics talkin mad about the things that i dont see   release, rejoice, be cruel, the true voice, moist   make eye, then take eye, the honey of choice   flip the script, i nips, within the bud, your lips   shift with words my tip kiss the point, unzip   get to this people, anticipated sequel   music is the church, my rhyme the steple      (chorus)   ooooohhhhh, the celemental evelvation   the source of soulful exploration   yaaaaah   the reason for the celebration   yayayaaa, oohhhhhhh   you know that music can fulfill your heart, so open up your arms      i believe in the p-crew destiny   the wrote, the women, the pressure of b-testimy   lyrics are so tight, mc's think of undressin me   thats why they gettin cut and drop like a vasectamy   they back up pathetically, readily, im droppin steadily   time to elevate off that played out ground   that goes to rid of the bands, for primitive lands   interpretation be off, so im'a make em understand, i   revampered the system, so yall can listen   and judge if you like, but dont jump in my height   because a critic is a critic is a critic for a reason   couldn't hack the biz so their career is out of season   im sick with this, they got you gettin your cattle on   but when the new album comes drops like a smog bomb   like when lorenne cast in, snoop, and octagon   we elevate yall, good good god         We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god   We elevate yall, good good god