* this song also appears on "Haze Presents DJ Premier's Reality Check"

For underground metaphors

You can scrape an inch below the turf for what it's worth

My style's been developed in the core of the Earth

The exhale's volcanic the inhale is seismic

So brothers just panic when he Live one arrives with

The natural ability to run through your crew

From 2 1 4 to 2 1 3 to 2 1 2

In other words from Dallas to L.A., to the place where J stay

Everyday is mayday

So you can talk your trash on how you're wettin MC's

with mad blood stains but I'll bet you can't stand the rain

I look upon your brain with disdain

Go back and reflect on my endeavors black I can't complain

It's like a raw deal, consistant with the way I make you feel

The ends stay revealed while the means I conceal

And those who try to steal get decapitated

You wanna snatch my H2O type flow, but it evaporated

I displays my credentials over instrumentals

And my potential, increases at a rate that's exponential

It's detremental questionin my thesis

The penetration's exact, like amniocentesis

I rip your rhyme to pieces after drainin out your fluid

My vocab is fluent yours is evident of being truant

I know you wanna make moves but son you best to take a second look

Before my knight takes your rook

Chorus:

Cause everybody's rappin, and only few can flow

So why the hell they tryin to deal with Live I don't know

I handle true MC's on their block or at their show

So if you come with bull kid, keep it on the low

Cause yo, I got the hairsplittin, self-written unbitten style

that leaves the competition running scared and shakin in their pants

You best to set it off cau