Lyrical Fluctuation (Original Mix)

[Intro: Kriminul] What! Yo... Beyond Real, baby Joc Max, baby! What for y'all, what for y'all For the '99, and beyond, yo [Verse 1: Kriminul] By the some of the shit y'all spit, it's hard to keep interest in this game And I know some of y'all don't like the shit that we spit – we feel the same See to plane, doers who blessed Don't roll with a lot of niggas, just a few friends And I'd blast before a nigga even get a chance to put in his two cents Don't get me wrong, it's all love and war But my fellow Black brothers like iced down jewelry in the projects We attract others, prophylact rubbers The way I stretch you out, you wanna test me You be The Artist Formerly Known As "alive," so please don't stress me Y'all motherfuckers is too sexy – and y'all supposed to be hardcore? And y'all supposed to be givin the consumer what they ask for? About to tap the plexi-glass aura, along with that glass jaw Pass the microphone to my nigga, Monch, like Terry Bradshaw [Verse 2: Pharaohe Monch] Spit miraculous shit, drink Dracula's blood, exist for centuries My DNA 'ventually mends wounds, heals injuries The identity unknown for obvious extremities Pharaohe the assassin who was hired to kill Kennedy The murder of Malcolm X my only aborted assignment Reduce my molecules, then pass through solid confinement The eclectic, collectively indivisible Please, you're fuckin' with the wrong individual Why would one even combat an entity In which one is attacked reacts by absorbing your energy? I already peeped your verse before you said it I scan the wack shit with through the powers of telekenitics [Chorus: Kriminul] One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation One life to live and though it's better to give We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation One life to live and though it's better to give We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Most rappers try to keep it Real, I go way Beyond My shit is airtight, more Professional than Léon Phenomenal bird's-eye view, your shit is comical My parables be astronomically bombing you We calmin' you down, yo, my sound take you back in history Picture me kickin' "Brown Skin Lady" to Black women in Antiquities Consider me the cat who got rhymes like the clouds got raindrops I read the book and I been there, what?! Y'all niggas just namedrop Plus, I can pronounce Pharaohe Monch, I know who the hell he is Fuck He-Man or Skeletor, I master the universe like the Jigs Kid, I call your name out, not the alias, but your government For the love of it, I chew you up and spit you out like Doublemint [Verse 4: Mr. Complex] I wanna be that fly on the wall when the kids crack the acetate On the tape or the CD, hear me shape them minds Really I do, and you do too, don't front like you special Special when you don't got it Unless you got it and you forgot it Here's a refresher Bit of knowledge, you could challenge your professor I make kids just give up rappin', some all forms of talkin' I'll frustrate you like tryin' to rewind on a auto-reverse walkman You look confused like little kids trying to cross busy streets Is it the beat, is it the rhyme that go you mindin' mine like business? The sign of times when the population's like, "Who is this?" Well, it's 'Plex, I'll start a craze like sex I got more styles than cinemas at Sunrise Multiplex [Chorus: Kriminul] One minute to rhyme, one minute to shine One minute before detonation, one time for lyrical fluctuation One life to live and though it's better to give We'd rather take time out for this lyrical fluctuation [Verse 5: Shabaam Sahdeeq] Yo, I'm rugged on streets, as well as I'm rugged on wax Your style's sweet, won't you do a song with the Rugrats? I hold shit down for delf, venoms circulate up in 'em Funny when I spin 'em like they in a tutu Sahdeeq rebukes you, refuse you like short change Long range, strokin' your lady with no shame My flows aim dent your chest like Tinman Shake 'em apart, send em down the road with no heart These five here, nothin' to fuck with this year You see through like Sheer pantyhose, pendejo Do 'em in analogue and digital flows Screwin' up your cerebral, shit you can't even conceive, bro Heave-ho, off the steamship with your weak flow My style heavy like Peabo, bully cats like Deebo The best rest tranquilo and sleep it off, stupid Krim', Pharaohe, Kweli, Complex, Sahdeeq new shit