1, 2 1, 2 yes   Yo, it's King Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether   Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning   Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time   We hit you with some substance that's actual      I got a gift call, hip-hop prophecy, says 2003   Ends the reign of the jiggy MC   No more roaming on this planet like scavengers   Sciences broke the code of the Gregorian calendar      Define laws and space in time, trying to trace my lines   Hold up, respect the architect   Digital rollin', my whole crew roll with VS   Type to master this whole universe in three steps      We stretch across the equator with something major   Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone   Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling   Hip-hop, it just don't stop until I make a killing      Nah, I'm kidding, but for real, the world ain't the same no more   Take your life to next level or remain no more   Take your life to next level or remain no more   Word up, word up      Well, I'm colliding with the mind of a survivor   Surviving, uncover the time brother   The high volume white collar high styling   Verge jocking the side, dodgin' mirages      Conquer the vibe, hunger lurks   Nine to five work saga, God bless the life   Father trife, crawl for the light, pounding the globe on sight   Vocal pimpin', it's throat      So you know how we go down yo   Struck from the ghetto yo, medal throw   Settle the dough, live showbiz   The cannonball, weapon, men and arms      Four section, super intelligence, balance   Benevolent, stinging nettle medicine   Crouch tiger, dragon, craftmatic   Watch ya back, if, catch this      Fascist through the atlas, first class diplomatic status   Stagma flag, overstanding the plan   Bar skin, then a [unverified] streets watch timex clocks   [Unverified] punchless [unverified] on the dot five      Minutes to rot   So we blew blocks, crews   It's old news how we do      I'm a drop one rhyme   For every time, I cross the thin line   Between yours and mine, see, it's part of my design, shifting paradigm   Yin and yang combined, must be out ya mind      Thinking star would never shine   Pops duke, focus with a hawk's eye view   I'm all that, a plaintain, and some Ital stew   Gettin' spine ache, British, ATL upon this      Even avitronic figures be thumpin' off over this verbal elixir   Magnetic attraction, raw, nearly Jacksons   Straight open in the caption, here comes the Hix and Braxton's   Lyrical contraction, delivery reaction, it started with a passion      That's just the way it had been, raw with umbilical cords strapped   A corpse, won't drop a curse, while mustard hit this spouse?   Sharp with a needle, try to reach the people   Ya'll fiending for the sequel and the beat's not even EQ'd      We have a snake to catch