Chorus:      The concerto, of the desperado   R-double-O-T-S check the flow   If you know like I know then you know the motto   That's all the fraud shit got to go/fake shit gots to go      Verse One:      In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro   My poetry is set like a U.F.O.   The maestro, the lyricist concerto   My physical play the role of a vessel   The level of my lyrics law manifesto   My thoughts wrestle and attack with the killer instincts   of a gorilla stronger than Samson   Without vanilla my soliloquoy profess my ability to just   stimulate you like the best sensimilla   The halflife the Illadel-L-P-O-phila proceed   hither is my death flower blow your tower to smithe-   -reens to fiends catch another rhyme gripper   Deeper than the meditations of a hidden worshiper   Unorthodox, hip-hop, minister   Then a Serengeti cheetah my thoughts with the   you lose your balance when the sound hits ya   So check for the, fifth militia   A poet's under pressure stressing that you get the picture   Even if it means you gotta hang over the banister   I pull a microphone on any pistol brandisher   And take advantage of ya because you amateur   Styles gunning down your sound man and manager   What?? This how we do it in the year for nine-six   With this delivering attack on pointless rap shit   Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron   It's time to go to war we spar reaction      Chorus 2X      Verse Two:      The implorer, the universe explorer   Treat MC's like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah   Leavin these niggaz open like a box of Pandora   With styles that's newer than the world order   Approximately three quarters of y'all are water   I straight deport ya   Then orchestrate your torture with roots of culture   The pill brimmage to the line of scrimmage up against your image   Where life is a heist, and the strong get a percentage   It's ill as a war and within it I'm the Lieutenant   that surrounds you like a peninsula to snatch the pennant   You fold like Japan's futons and fans   While I design a plan to make a rapper step like a pedestrian   I crush a mountain into grands of sand   Your pain stains the cannon of the mic inserted into the stand   The desperado, that refuse to follow   The lip afficianado, break you up into parts like a bottle   I deep like the dark of the night   Niggaz is sweet and sound silly when they talk on the mic   They use the simple back and forth the same   old rhythm that's plain   I'd rather UltraMagnetize your brain   It's the hip-hop purist, that leave you lost like a tourist   inside the chorus, niggaz is bringin nothin for us   As we breakin em down to fractions, tell your squadron   It's time to go to war we spar reaction      Chorus 2X