Collaboration of Mics

And ya don't stop! (3X) "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon And ya don't stop! "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon And ya don't stop! [El Da Sensei] Yo, pitchin' the mission, itchin' for niggas to mention These rhymes don't catch attention, incidental composition But alas I kick that pro rap, boogie for the rookies Who can't adapt fully, basically that shit be bull, see [Lord Jamar] Yeah, this track be pullin' me like gravitation Collaboration with the Artifacts, bustin' on this Lord Finesse creation Causin' heart attacks and palpatations Amalgamation like steel, we calibratin' mics to keep it real [Tame One] I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest Is invested in, testin' men like lab specimens My daily regiment of elemental babble Keeps MCs rattled, I'm breakin' my words up like Scrabble [Lord Finesse] Not the type to try to ever diss, lyrically, clearly the cleverest Don't front, we blow your spot like the terrorist We do our thing and stand strong like Mt. Everest The 'Facts, Lord Jamar, Finesse bringin' terror kids [Chorus] "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon "Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe And ya don't stop! (repeat all 4X) [Tame One] The new procedure is to keep a straight face like Mona Lisa When we beat you with the speech We break down and decipher the rap codes in any zip code Now watch us flip the mode like our shit went gold Bar playin' stars get scarred and left salty By the terror with more L's than Laverne loose in Milwaukee Good Son like Macaulay Caulkin', stalkin' and walkin' I express best when smokin' sess with a good Walkman [Lord Jamar] I'm breakin' rappers into pieces, the Black Jesus Attack your system like diseases lyrics for the ninety-six releases Find me in the mix, where the trees is Puffin L's in threes, tryin' to make G's kid Studyin' degrees, livin' lovely with my universal family Rollin' in the MPV, makin' beats on the MPC Understand and add, triple cipher Niggas be crippled without some weed and a lighter [Chorus] "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon "Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe And ya don't stop! (repeat 2X) [Lord Finesse] Uhh, check it It's the grand hitter, that's stands bigger in your transistor That's historical like your late great ancestor Ain't no hurtin' me, certainly, personally This verse'll be the hottest shit out since Mercury Check it, I deserve respect child because I project styles More mysterious than the X Files I can build and expand on it Some got 'Five on It', fuck it, I got a hundred grand on it [El Da Sensei] Really y'all niggas feel me when we step on the spot Lyrics on cock, stroke and pop, open crews that's hopin' That the punishment ceases MC with masterpieces Out to burn so learn, and check this fat thesis X's and O's, diagrams, shit to flow Cram expertise the bro, nigga from the East so As we start to shine, brothers get the dick Lyrical spit for crews who can't fuck with it [Chorus] "This ain't a blast from the past, it's a boomer from the future" - E. Sermon "Ya best to get your groove on, or get moved on" - Fat Joe And ya don't stop! (repeat 4X) *scratching of above to fade*