True Dat!!

[Vocal Samples] [Verse 1: Blueprint] I keep it simple, EPS for instrumentals Beats and breaks for high hats and my symbols Added swell tracks to record my frequencies Sure microphone but serving wack emcees Indeed, we proceed at breakneck speed Giving you what you need but never what you want Crushing stunts and anyone that wanna front Some ni*^as walk around with a pocketful of blunts I got a Walkman and a tape filled with beats that bump How many lumps is what I ask before I dumps ‘cause most these hard rocks is really punks Back in high school we had ‘em givin’ up they lunch Before the [?] they wanna be emcees Using hip-hop to live out they fantasies But that’s blasphemy in my own vision So I be blasting my Walkman so I don’t have to listen If the song is strong then I’ma put it to a test Featherweight emcees get they styles bench-pressed Cast away the curses, lyrical trapeze like the circus We travel nomadically for years before we surface Emphatically focused on flipping mics without the hocus-pocus Or magic tricks, we come thick like locusts To steal the seeds of your harvest ‘cause concepts truly and intellectually, Greenhouse Effect is the hardest [Vocal Samples] [Verse 2: Manifest] Manifest exists to bring you clarity and vision Cut away them cataracts with laser beam precision Peep the expertise by checking the incision Only I can set you free with executive decision More destructive force than a [?] Every time you look around you see the skill of what was risen Cosmic ascension through the ranks From nonexistence to existence And defeat them of the crews I need no assistance For instance the distance between your skills and my skills is clearly infinite Not only am I rapping ‘bout this real but I’m livin’ it Givin’ it to you the only way that I know how Hip-hop heads have deified me like Chairman Mao Manifest [?] correct while other emcees is livin’ foul You ask me how I stay successful in this game Manifest drop another [?] aces of spades [Vocal Samples] [Verse 3: Inkwell] The lyrical predator camouflaged in the trees, making trophies out of emcees Post in the cleaner industry of wannabes, wackiness attracts this Ni**as that think their practice keeps ‘em from moving backwards Most of these bums are sack-less, tryna cut [?] Jealous tactics by enemies, they’ll try to keep up That’s why I apply extra heat to the weak ‘cause emcees that turn they cheek find a knife at they [?] Destined to lose they jewels ‘cause the stool couldn’t compete Breaking rules ‘cause their tools are so incomplete Visions within my head sees products in infrared Instead of heat, Inkwell seeks braindead Rappers whose focus be infested with cockroaches Then try to plant those things in our offspring so I hunt Them and their [?], exterminate their bait like a tornado do a sapling Natural [?], I’m sporting batwings, returning peace to the streets, rapping Battling emcees preaching negativities My enemies are unorganized soldiers, imitation two-faced [?] and cheap jokers [Vocal Samples]