(2Mex)    Subtle, signifying sonnets    Not unlike low flying comets    Evolving to love is loving to revolve    Revolvers releasing the round revolutions    Entering earthlings, ending evolution    Decision is the devil so I choose flakiness    I refuse to exist in a life of job & desk   Return to natural life empowered    Futuristic flows from an unidentified flower      (Dannu)    Fasten your heartfelt fast when I'm askin    Burned spotlights, human sized microscope    Keep the rhyme tight and dope, enough to choke    Invisible mics in a circle full of hope    The list of fist signs, the punch and quest times    Seize food for fighters' lunch, plus for dinner    Six winners plus a snack, we packed up wise    Another blessing in disguise, hip hop be our guide    The fact we push deep ground beats when we speak    Pass a test that'll vest and not cheat under heat    Well resinious spoken word, heard you wrote herb   It's that crew, nice to meet you, very well served       HOOK: (8 bars on the turntables)    Bless the mic, Ble-Bless the mic,    Ble-Bless the mic for the g-g-gods       (Lord Zen)    Locked deep within the self-consciousness lies the bad seed    When at least I seep through the cracks to disturb the peace    You can't get this dope without a prescription   Over the counter versions fell grade to addiction    Left to trail eviction from here to hell's kitchen    leave you in vain, people in chains without a conviction    Who says you're saved by the goods that you practice    So involved in the scriptures you read    You lost your head like John the Baptist    Right side of the brain cripples you like arthritis   Who do you know that'll rock a verse with laryngitis? (coughing)       (Key Kool)    In my Caprice Classic, thoughts concoct    Tape deck broken, I got the boombox    Listenin to musical ink blots brought    By the Funky President J Rocc who's settin shop    Plot developed from the previous night    Wake Up Show to a Kobe Bryant on the mic    I was like it's only right for a collaboration    By consolidated members of the crew affiliations   Visionaries. . . Beat Junkies. . .    What's up to the force hanging out in the trees    Conglomerated musical expressions   Times like these, I appreciate the blessings      Bless the mic, Bless the mic, Bless the mic for the g-g-gods