Live From The D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

Lyrics

[Bobbito] Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up [Black Thought] Yes I, check it out It's like, you listen to the musician Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support Now you got caught off guard by the number one scar From the Illa-Fifth, lyrically fulfillin' this Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid Disastrous, the master just bust this for the listener Black Thought, yo, while I exhibit the Styles from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness Enter the style, severin' rooms just like apartments, ill flavor I'm a skyscraper by nature Down wit my number one neighbor, Common From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme So, I'm just gon' settle down wit mine, rewind, check it out [Common] I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggas I'm dunkin' like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles Rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin' Niggas start to leakin', my nigga Derek D an' I'm foreseein' the future, funky for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a Little bit of juice to an MC who need a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong Com's song'll keep goin', I start the holdin' My flowin' is turnin' to the earth The birth is comin' through, listenin' to cut, old school *laughin'* ?Tremblin when it came down the shoot? [Pharoahe Monch] (Pharoahe) Yeah, yeah (Pharoahe) yeah, yeah (Pharoahe) Yeah, yeah yo Always beginnin' 'em, forever blendin' 'em Bendin' 'em again and again Sendin' 'em back, lettin' 'em know that minimum wages Subliminally befriendin' 'em for criminal ac-tivity Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax It'll be tight but only this What nigga swears he's the nicest? Just because he got rhyme of the month twice Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute Absolute, uh, Absolute, uh, Absolute, uh (kill it) [Absolute] Yes, rippin' the microphone My words will enlight your dome When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orator will slaughter yours Still waitin' for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan Eatin' bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin It's the beef for black attack When I, yes, quick to subtract the wack When I go from track to track, bouncin' in the mounds and countin' Flowin' like water from a fountain when I deliver Like water from a river makin' you shiver That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin' ill-literature Yes, but I'm about to get deeper You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin' too close to the speaker When I reach ya, it's gettin' more clearer, outta the era [Black Thought] It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute For my man from the House of Representatives And turn it out, aiyyo, I always do, that's what I'mma bout ta Do I show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin' through, so seckle, cuz I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta-- Bust through the, microphone Pure skills, nuttin' but it, all of a sudden MC's just start to stuttered from the rap style Hey, yo, let me rewind, check it out, check it out Well, it's the deranged style that change formats and forms I swarm like killa bees, fulfillin' these fantasies MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem Aiyyo, it's like this, my song thump your preference You can never attempt to reach that where my level is Black Thought severin' competitives, off the dome top Yo, my microphone stop, my man Com just drop [Common] And don't halt, I guess it was my fault I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago Niggas follow, hold the water bottle My shit'll keep flowin' Now I'm showin' this poetry in motion like a picture Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament Start to blessin' it The shit is like this, where the beat went? I give MC's the silent treatment They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother Mothafucker to the bathroom He didn't have room to shit on the mic That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this One time, it came back, the rap sunshine Niggas follow me like one time Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on It's like this upon the mic, yo, I sit upon [Pharoahe Monch] Yo, yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch, yo It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star Wit me and my crew, baby doll, you won't go far I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay Peepin' the upper echelon of light display Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so Cleverly put, more revolutions than an axle The sax flow, nigga, much smoother than Coltrane Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine? The effortless action wit moves like subtraction Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction And all the while my beats can pile up More data than X-File shows all added up The educated nigga from Queens, by any means Serve any fiends, similar to Supreme Team But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream For niggas who fiend for hip hop I pop Glock and bla-block shot and chop spots From top notch cops to bust from a crotch Positionin', what, Absolute, what, c'mon, c'mon, kick the dome [Absolute] The last word was precision, so I get a vision And makin' sentences on top of your cranium Underground, subterranean Crossin' the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's Who I can't catch across the border Lookin' across the window, not a nympho Lookin' at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it Lookin' at the man who got the joint in his back, shit, the back shit I pack shit but it's never like an automatic I'm causin' static just like the opposite of Bounce I get, throwin' mad amounts Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch I gotta catch the beat I'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken It's my turn to rhyme again Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy Used to write graffiti cuz I got the burner You might not get that But, yo, I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap, yo *talkin' and shoutouts to end*