Ok, its about to go down   Please step up   5, 4, 3, 2, 1, here we go      It’s the return, burn like a supernova   Spin the plates, the great debate’s over   Dont rush, take it easy, slow down   The Earth is a space ship spinning round and round   We’re in it, together, we can make it better   Don't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta   I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter   To move every B-boy king like Coretta Scott,    keep it hot block. Once rock   the plot that we tried to recognise was not.   The L to the O-V, M-O-V-E   K dub dropping the dub, that’s new TV   The eMC double E, no doubt.   Runnin' the route, wiggin' out, turnin' the part out   We all fall from grace and make mistakes   And raise to face to face with the antidote bass   and every single word in the verb. Wild style.   This is not a mission. It’s a written lifestyle   I'm still in the struggle and I see the light dial   Turnin' to 10. Ascend what’s in the profile.       Can you feel it, to the beat ya'll   Let the music play for the people   And if you’re gotta rock, whether you’re ready or not   yo, guess who’s back with the sequel   Oh yeah! Just do it   Oh yeah! Just do it      Now, in the beginning the light that shined so bright   within the city of my mindscape night   Listening, glistening the moon reflecting the sun   making me one with the music.   Oh, get low, get bold, get hold   Just look for black gold   Yes I'm in the house but I never ever sold   Rhyme black vinyl, 20 years old   With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm   Singin' the song, bringing the calm to dramas so hard   To much info, been so instrumental, potential, exponential   My DJ's cuts are presidential   Yo Jazz, let the rhythm hit 'em   I woke up to make the main cut, to face the pain   What does space contain? Love.   It’s the heat-seeker, packin' the speaker to beat the sleep preacher.   It was written: The Sequel.      Can you feel it, to the beat ya'll   Let the music play for the people   And if you’re gotta rock, whether you’re ready or not   yo, guess who’s back with the sequel   Oh ya, just do it   Oh ya, just do it      Now the world is yours. Oh yes, the world is ours.   But we’re casting stones from afar   We're like people driving in our cars   On lost highway mileage