Its like clockwork movin the hands of time

Four MCs four minds combined in rhyme(x3)

And it goes like this

I'll take it straight to that face plate

Snatch and make it detach (what now)

Cause what i bring's the natural dispatch

I'm magical

Word up I got It like that

I'm just sayin whats on my mind

When I rhyme

And thats the bottom line

Heavy stress got a nigga thinkin that he must be trippin

I'll be runnin rings around the rhymes that they be whippin

And they know it

But still they must be frontin

Cause I'm sayin somethin

That they dont wanna hear

So now theres nothin (nothin)

But opposition to my every way of life

I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must

Yo I'm bustin rhymes

Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic

I mean this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up)

Gettin paid is a priority

No Doubt

So run that route

Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth

Yo It'll never be the same, like it use to be

Too many half steppers that wanna be up in the industry

So yo i drop some science every demo i make

It's like, how you livin homes

Kinda trife and it aint that great

I wanna mansion and a yatch and all that bullshit

The niggas compromise they own integrity to get it

Now maybe thats the price to be paid for the riches

Sell your fuckin soul to the Devil

Now those suns a bitches (word)

Are tryin to tell me that my rhymes is to abbrasive and agressive (what?)

My street warrior attitude aint impressive

I move onto the scene like a graphic

I flow like traffic

I'm at my peak each and ever hour

When I get a rush

I gotta bus