Can You Find the Level of Difficulty in This?

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[Intro: Freestyle Fellowship] Aw, yeah Boom-boom, boom-boom, mm'hmm Boom-boom, boom-boom, aw yeah Boom-boom, boom-boom, mm'hmm Boom-boom, boom-boom, aw yeah [Chorus: Myka 9] Can you find The level of difficulty in this? Haha-haha-ha-hah! Can you find The level of difficulty in this? Haha-haha-ha-hah! [Verse 1: Myka 9] Every man for himself, can be difficult, mythical Typical, critical, pitiful, beautiful, hypocritical, hypothetical Alpha numerical the Darwinian way, obstacle course fittest survival Unforgettable, unforgivable Diabolical lies within the Bible, Unified Field Theory of Love Ignoramus enlightened to his path and purpose Creator, preserver, destroyer, curb server Quantum mechanics converted from bow ties to Mormon Also a paraplegic, whirling dervish Pledge of Allegiance backwards Rocket science nano technology Awkward moments caught between a rock and a hard place You're in a sticky situation, zero visibility Late night radar emergencies passenger pilot Typhoon, hurricane, broken components Airstrips, stormy rain, military ship Landing a plane to Malaysia, amnesia Indonesia with a squeegee You were trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents for a ticket to Fiji With Saturday Night Fever without the Bee Gee's All the doohickeys and thingamabob's of highly sensitive circuitry Micro-engineering a blind man behind the wheel steering Energy equaling matter or mass times the speed of light squared Foreplay with the Catholic nun, makin' a hoe into a housewife Making a crack head drop the pipe Looking at Luke's peep show fully dressed With a number of angels dancing on a nuclear warhead Everyone on Earth chanting 'Om...' Taking bong hits, holding hands, alone At the same time finding a truly righteous queen in a strip club Playing patty cakes with heartless thugs Getting the Fellowship to rehearse for a show We do reverse to a flow and do a motherfucking overdub [Verse 2: Aceyalone] With an elegant battle cry yo' Pocahontas You brought down a shower of meteorites Predicting well before Nostradamus discovered before taking Most of us with us Forever throwing the Earth off of its axis The autistic, artistic, art without the practice The parachute-less, brainless, aimless Jump out the 25th floor Onto a mattress, onto Atlantis Will take the Milky Way, in a filthy way And try to dig a whole to China with a spoon Handcuffed to a thousand pounds of C4, while Dip to the bottom of the sea floor Then swim back up to the sea shore Then, I'm a sharpshooting contest I'll shoot a mango off your head from a mile away I shot, ran a marathon barefoot and broken glass without a cut Take my place in the stars, see my face on Mars Hijack NASA for the shuttle with a .38 inch snubnose And race the cars, take the negative devil gene out of man And erase the wars with a straight jacket and a crooked face And a broken stick shifter, a ceremony for audio-body of Miracle, spiritual, uplifter A Siamese twin Libra, connected amoeba Beautiful, wonderful world without miss moon Makeba That's impossible like Ethan Hunt Breathing a blunt, well believe what you want A serial killer, Gandhi Loveable Hitler, A fiddler on a burning roof Learning the truth about the one arm, one leg, one peg, one hook Rock climber to the top, shock rhymer Grandfather counter clockwise timer Old timer, rap, rhyme designer Purely, indubitably, excellent, brilliantly Intertwind'er, kinda, off-beat, off-center, odd Simple yet confusing, God Sunshiner with a twist now Can you find-a The level of difficulty in this? Hahahaha-hah! [Hook: Myka 9] Can you find The level of difficulty in this? Haha-haha-ha-hah! [Verse 3: P.E.A.C.E.] Time is running out, only 30 second to go Keep marching in that madness But you must challenge the final four Or the game, lock it up like a lolo Rock the cradle like a yo-yo Bzzzz-fzzzz-Pzzzz What is robo? Another word for alright, so-so Another word for chocolate, cocoa Stunt double Wesley Snipes It's faster than your 4-4 Now that's velvet How did you know? Cuz I felt it No whack ass albums We'll shelve it I be the dope, like Hell Melvin Earthquake eerie spots where wackness Dwells in! They're meeeelting! I can smell them! Stop, Sergio Tacchini, my cherie amour Theodore And Fila, Reebok, silly coq sportif Where's the beef? Malt and barley, cereal brands choice Hot socks with flip-flops Freshly fried pork chops Eat moon soup on a moon rock Collard greens boiled with the ham hocks Sleep in a ham-mock and I flow from the shamrock And kill ya kill ya with a four lock Glock 9 Supply mine, spreads the landmines Can you find The level of difficulty in this? [Verse 4: Self Jupiter] You'd rather jump off the Empire State Building With explosive tipped helmet and Copper plated nuclear denture caps, perhaps Maybe you'd rather dance through the streets of Iraq Wearing an American flag, 3 piece suits Screaming at the top of your lungs: "Shoot! Fuck Saddam Hussein, there is no God," in Arabic Truthfully, you got a better chance hitting the lottery 15 times in a row Now you tell me the odd's on that You'd rather get head from a wild bobcat You'd rather slap the chief of police knowing you got 2 strikes You'd rather run up to the White House with a Bullseye T-Shirt on blasting a starter pistol, yellin' revolution!! revolution!! You'd rather sky dive butt naked into a field of meat hooks And bathe in a flammable solution, solution Holding a Philly overdosing on Heron You'd rather try to dope fiend Farrakhan You'd rather walk through a lions den Wearin' pork chop earrings and cheap top sirloin body oil cologne You'd rather be fully awake while getting operated on You got a better chance of going back to the 1920s As a black transvestite running for president and winning You'd rather go head up with a swinging wrecking ball And drugged at a 120 miles through a pavement of 10 inch titanium nails You'd rather die for what you don't believe in [Hook: Myka 9] Can you find The level of difficulty in this? Haha-haha-ha-hah! Can you find The level of difficulty in this? Haha-haha-ha-hah! [Outro: Freestyle Fellowship] Mm'hmm Ah' yeah Alright ya'll I'll get at you tomorrow then, dog Aww' haa Check it out Salary
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Credits
- Writers
- Self Jupiter
- P.E.A.C.E.
- Aceyalone
- Myka 9